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[abrightboy]

“You can say you came here to see me,” Malcolm points out. “If you want to seem less needy.”

[cacophonish]

"Dude," Jeff laughs. "Even I would see through that-- I mean, if I was in his shoes." With a sigh, he taps the foil-wrapped leftovers. "I only came to bring this. Like. I thought if I pissed him off, it could be a peace offering. So I really should just..."

Leave. But...

"Um. But. It sounds like you're having a worse morning than me." Between whatever fallout there was with Tim, and the post about Martin. So rather than cutting and running, Jeff... actually tries something different. "You wanna get out of here?"

[abrightboy]

Ah. It’s not believable that he would visit Malcolm. Okay. Noted.

Malcolm takes the kettle off the heat and turns to look at Jeff again.

“Where to?” he asks, suddenly feeling 80 years old and like his body weighs a thousand pounds.

[cacophonish]

How dare your low self esteem interpret this idiot's words so painfully. Unfortunately, Jeff doesn't realize the hurtful implication in his own comment, so he shrugs obliviously.

"I dunno. Where do you... Um. Do you have a favorite spot in town?" He groans. "Was that a stupid question? Fuuuuck, I'm such a bad friend."

[abrightboy]

Malcolm takes a breath and nods and gestures vaguely… out-ish.

“I like this coffee shop down the street…” he offers.