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[goddamngrenades]

[ He turns his head to nose into Malcolm's shoulder, going that much more languid. God he's missed this. Missed him. ]

I do. Won't take long when it happens.

[tactical_alert]

We'll figure it out in the end. [He sounds less blindly optimistic and more resigned, with a sigh.] Always figure something out, at least, don't we.

[goddamngrenades]

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. ]