Everyone's worthy of love, Malcolm. [ a beat. Then, perhaps sensing he'd strayed itno something far too sentimental to come from a spessmarine, he adds. ] Except the mayor. Fuck that guy. That guy is an asshole.
[That actually gets Malcolm to sputter out a laugh, not expecting that addendum.] Right you are! And I don't think 'mayor' is even a proper term since there haven't been any kind of elections since he went into office, at least not according to the archives.
Still. Thank you. It'll just take time for me to really settle in and believe any of this, just like you being a good man.
We got time. IF nothing else? We have time. [ He pats Malcolm's shoulder as he pushes himself to his feet, popping his back with a groan. ] I'm gonna crash, I think. Delta's probably done reviewing the footage from the job. More halls with doors that shouldn't be there. Fun!
You go rest. You've had a long and busy night, and then you decided this was a good night to do...this. [That's not admonishment, that's fondness and a touch of concern.] I'll clean up here.
We can try a real one on...new years day, mabye? Grab lunch or something. Or cook together. That's supposed to be datelike. [ One last pat and he scrubs at his face, all that weariness coming to the fore. ]
Let's just say we can make lunch together, and I can try to teach you not to burn things. [Let's not say date. Let's not and say we didn't.] Maybe even some hangover food, that should be easy.
[ Okay how is he supposed to date Malcolm if Malcolm never wants to call anything they do dates? His smile goes a little tight, just a hair, before it's gone. He's fine. This is good. Baby steps. ]
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Still. Thank you. It'll just take time for me to really settle in and believe any of this, just like you being a good man.
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Sounds good. So lots of carbs and grease.