[He could be upset about the tattoo--he's been recently--but the tat is not the point. York's feelings are the point. Malcolm comes to sit by him heavily, clap a hand on his shoulder.]
I'm glad for that. You're a much stronger individual than you give yourself credit for.
She doesn't take my shit- so that helps. When I told her about moving out for awhile she made gave me a sippy cup and told her to tell her when I felt like handling my shit like an adult.
[ So it works for him. It's entirely different from what he'd had to put up with in the project.
Every pass of Malcolm's hand has him going loose, relaxed. Melting into it. ]
Not that I left- but that I left everyone. Cut myself off completely. You and North needing space- that was reasonable. The extreme I took it to was not.
[ He dares to tip over just a bit, brush their shoulders together. ]
We try. You manage. I'm- learning to manage. [ He's trying to be realistic but something about having this much back for even a short while helps him relax enough to hope. ]
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I'm glad for that. You're a much stronger individual than you give yourself credit for.
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[ He leans into the touch- he can't not. He's missed that grounding presence next to him. ]
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[ So it works for him. It's entirely different from what he'd had to put up with in the project.
Every pass of Malcolm's hand has him going loose, relaxed. Melting into it. ]
S'how I know it won't be as bad this time.
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Personally, I'm still not happy that you're involving yourself at all, but you do what you have to do.
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[ He dares to tip over just a bit, brush their shoulders together. ]
It'll be okay. I'll call you afterward.
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[He doesn't mind the tipping, the brushing. This is fine. It's...actually nice to have that contact again.] If you need me, you know where I am.
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I do. Won't take long when it happens.
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