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I promise I'll let you know before I do something stupid and/or reckless in the future, alright? And to try to keep the stupid reckless shit to a minimum.

[ See? Stability. He can be stable. Calm. Comfortable. Mal seems okay so...step two: Introduce physical displays of affection.

York lifts their hands and dips his head, dropping a kiss onto the back of Malcolm's hand. ]

You'll get first crack at the next op.

[Now that strikes him as odd. It's just...odd. It makes him think of high class, royalty, like--kind of like being a princess. His hand flexes, and he calmly pulls it away.]

If the next op is one I want in on.

[He shifts. Does he want to be the one to bring it up? Is York going to? Communication is necessary but difficult.]

[ Okay that didn't go over well. Abort, abort, retreat, more space is needed- hey the beer is still over there he's gonna go finish it.

Yeah.

Wanders over and plucks up his beer and goes right back to sipping. What weird interlude? That never happened. Who, him? Nah. ]

'course. Not gonna make you do anything you don't want to, Mal.

[ SEE HOW GOOD HE'S BEING? SEE? ]

[All right, that settles that; he's the one who has to bring it up. Let him just clear his throat first. This is all weird, all right?]

About that dinner...were you planning it to be a big to-do, or just drop by wherever felt good?

Depends. First off did you know what you were agreeing to? I'm not going to hold you to it if you didn't.

[ Malcolm's a little...yeah, at times. ]

I know what I was agreeing to now.

Then it still depends. What are you most comfortable with doing? We can order pizza and watch a movie or go out. Your call.

Pizza is fine. There'll be leftovers, and the rest of the boys can have some. [Sup team mom.]

[ Keeping it as close to the status quo as possible. It's safe, familiar, comfortable. He can dig it. ]

Sure. When's good for you?

Whenever neither of us have an op or are working, I suppose.

[ Master of the art of the nonanswer - Malcolm. ]

Tonight? I'll go shower.

[ Your move, closet man. ]

Are you hungry? I'll let you order. Or I can order, and you'll be out of the shower by the time it gets here?

Yes, get whatever you want. My treat. Use the chit on top of the fridge.

[ No he did not set aside date money what are you talking about. ]

What movie do you wanna see?

We don't have to do a movie. I don't know? I can poke about and see if something strikes my fancy. Aren't you exhausted?

Never too tired for you, boo.

[ Yep, return of the boo. Babe didn't get much reaction, boo's more comfortable. ish. ]

...All right...?

[ He really wishes there was an Unsure Malcolm to english dictionary. It'd make this easier. Then again Malcolm probably wants a 'fucknut to english' dictionary to understand him better too. ]

I'll get cleaned up. Order whatever. I'll be down in thirty? Yeah.

[ Should he go give him a kiss? No. The hand thing went poorly so. Awkward wave/salute thing for the win on the way out. Yeah. ]

[Ordering whatever it is. Ordering and waiting around for the food and for York. Movies? He'll consider it, glance at a few genres, a few familiar titles, mostly just to pass the time. Reading? Reading. He'll be reading on the couch. There might be pizza on the table waiting for them! Don't worry, it'll still be nice and hot for them.]

Find anything you like?

[ Most of that half hour had been waffling on what to wear. It's a date but not an out and about date but should he put forth an effort what does he even-

Grifball shirt, fuck me jeans and a little aftershave.

He'd also shaved. Cuz. Reasons.

He saunters down and settles on the sofa, knee knocking into Malcolm's. ]

Hm? [He glances up and something seems off. Off-ish. Off but not? He'll let it slide.] Oh, movie? Only if you can find something you're interested in. We could debrief about your op if you feel up for it. Pizza's on the table, I'll grab the box.

...

[ Debrief about the.

What? ]

People don't usually debrief on dates, Mal. Well usually on the third or fourth there's a different kind of debriefing depending on who's involved and if everyone is down for it but- that's not the point here.

We can talk about something else. [He's up and going to the kitchen. Beers? No York already had one--wait. Yes, beers? He's not about to dictate what York drinks when he wants. He grabs two anyway and the box of pizza and returns to the couch.]

Are we calling this a date? It's pizza. Pizza doesn't seem like a date. Date implies that we're dating.

Its kind of what I meant by dinner. You chose to stay in, I said cool. I mean if you wanted an out and about date you should've said so and we're trying to date. This is a first date. I'm trying to keep you comfortable.

[ Which he's fucked up already. Jesus. He slumps back on the sofa and stares at the ceiling, trying to find the right words. ]

Do you not want to?

I don't want to go out to date. Not now. That's why we're staying in for pizza. That's what we're doing.

I'm just--I'm kind of...curious, I suppose? Er, bi-curious, you could say, even. [Nope this isn't awkward that wasn't at all awkward to say, he doesn't feel confused or a little bit ashamed at himself. Oh god, a day was far too little time to consider what Carolina said, wasn't it?] I want to try this, but I don't know how far this will go. Is that okay?

Staying in for Pizza can still be a date. Why do you think I shaved and wore the jeans that make my ass look good?

[ Effort, Mal, he's putting in one.

He's about to say more when.

Curious. Bicurious. Oh god. He clamps a hand over his mouth. He's just tired enough that the horrible pun is more than a little hilarious. ]

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