[ It doesn't take that long for him to get to the house. He may or may not have memorized the most efficent ways of moving between the buildings. Most of his stuff is still there anyway- even so he does knock at the door instead of letting himself in. ]
[He's trying not to worry. But another him running around, like another York around, is not good. Not for either of them. There might be pacing as he waits that 15 minutes and is immediately at the door when the knock arrives.
[ He wants to reach out and touch- but that's not going to be okay by any streatch of imagination. He shuffles awkwardly for a second before sticking out a hand for a handshake.
[A handshake is...professional. But impersonal. There are new boundary lines to be drawn, and damn if he wasn't good at seeing where they were to begin with. He clasps York's hand but pulls him in for a brief hug, a clap on the back.]
I haven't touched your things, so everything should still be where you left them.
[ He probably tip his head down against Mal's hair and clings longer than he should. He doesn't really have a right but- knowing what he might have to do to the other Malcolm.
To Vermont. To himself. It's got him shaken.
York tries to pull himself together and leans back, smile tight. ]
York. Don't bother with them. If they're still going to melt away--then leave them to their fate. If by some miracle they survive? Then we can figure out what to do after that.
Don't. [Whether he's reiterating the point not to bother or whether he means to not bring that up is unclear. He ushers York in and shuts the door, leaning against it heavily.]
It's only for a short while. We can't go around shooting all of them.
[He doesn't want to regret bringing York home, but still, frustration already flares up.] You're allowed to put yourself first sometimes, you know. You've had it much worse than I have lately; you don't need to deal with this on top of everything else.
You're not obligated to be anyone's angel of mercy.
[ His head snaps up at that- mouth open to say something but
Well Malcolm's not wrong. Tense one second he sags back against the sofa, eyes sliding back down to the floor. ]
I've done it before. It's not that hard. You just- point and click. The other me was gonna walk outside the dome and that's not- that's worse. Better that someone just takes care of it for him.
The other you...[ He shakes his head, looking up. ] I don't want you to wrap your head around putting a bullet in your own skull. I know for me it hits a little close to home but- I'm.
You're what? You're you? Tell me where to point my gun and I can shoot. [He doesn't want to bring up the other thems. How horrible that had been. How York had taken care of things.] Let them live or die how they want. You don't have to get involved. I realize it feels like you do, but you don't.
And you'll only hurt yourself if you do this. I suppose you find that to be a fair compensation. [He refuses to think of what it would be like were their positions reversed, how much of a hypocrite he'd sound like.] I want you protected. From all of this.
...Yes, really. Just because I'm angry at some of the decisions you've made doesn't mean I want you hurt. I still care. Why do you think I let you back here?
No, no we wouldn't. [ It's tentative, the hand he streatches to Mal. Tentative and brief. He knows it won't be returned but he wanted to make the effort anyway.
Now that he;s here. Now that he's home? Everything is starting to coil and bubble and sink in. He's offered to shoot himself. To shoot Mal. To Shoot South. To deal with Omega and Sigma. To watch Allison burn all over again. ]
I'm sorry. I'm kind of a mess. I know I have been for awhile.
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Easier said than done. Um. There's another me. And there's another you.
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[ It doesn't take that long for him to get to the house. He may or may not have memorized the most efficent ways of moving between the buildings. Most of his stuff is still there anyway- even so he does knock at the door instead of letting himself in. ]
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He half expects it to be Hayes, honestly.]
...Hi. Welcome back.
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[ He wants to reach out and touch- but that's not going to be okay by any streatch of imagination. He shuffles awkwardly for a second before sticking out a hand for a handshake.
That's- that's okay, right? ]
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I haven't touched your things, so everything should still be where you left them.
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To Vermont. To himself. It's got him shaken.
York tries to pull himself together and leans back, smile tight. ]
I- thanks Mal. Really.
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[ He scrubs a hand over his face, the same distress a little distant thanks to the first does of the mood stabilizers. ]
I can't do that to you. Not any version of you.
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It's only for a short while. We can't go around shooting all of them.
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[ But fine- he drops it. And drops down to the nearest sofa, strings cut, emotionally exhausted. ]
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I haven't met the other you yet. Would it make you feel better if...I took care of him?
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[ Oh god- no. No, no no. ]
No- I'm not- no. I got him. I did it before, last time. It was self defense but-
I've done it before. I can do it again.
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It shouldn't be on just you. If it's too much, don't force yourself to do it.
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You're not obligated to be anyone's angel of mercy.
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Well Malcolm's not wrong. Tense one second he sags back against the sofa, eyes sliding back down to the floor. ]
I've done it before. It's not that hard. You just- point and click. The other me was gonna walk outside the dome and that's not- that's worse. Better that someone just takes care of it for him.
The other you...[ He shakes his head, looking up. ] I don't want you to wrap your head around putting a bullet in your own skull. I know for me it hits a little close to home but- I'm.
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[ and enough will have to be enough. It's still awful. It'll be awful again- but it won't be as awful. ]
Should I just let them dissolve? It hurt them. You saw how much it hurt them.
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[ There, that's one bit out, But the protection thing that-
That has him confused. They were on the rocks, weren't they? Sure they'd hugged but... ]
...Really?
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Usually when I fuck things up this bad people wash their hands of me. Except North because being hunted by your former employers kinda bonds you.
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Now that he;s here. Now that he's home? Everything is starting to coil and bubble and sink in. He's offered to shoot himself. To shoot Mal. To Shoot South. To deal with Omega and Sigma. To watch Allison burn all over again. ]
I'm sorry. I'm kind of a mess. I know I have been for awhile.
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