Date: 22 Jan 2023 03:55 (UTC)
conning: (NealC 004)
From: [personal profile] conning
“Malcolm,” Neal pauses, reaching over to pull the plug on the bath and let the water run out so he can get fresh, clean water in to wash Malcolm’s hair. Something about washing his hair in blood-tinted water makes Neal’s stomach turn over. “I…”

How does he put this. How can he even begin to be convincing, when he feels the gnaw of the Lonely whispering about hot easy it would be right now to feed. Feed, that word, is what gets him to shake it off again. He’s not going to feed on Malcolm. “You maybe won’t ever have the most friends of anyone in the room. But you’ll have good ones. Me. Tim. People like Meredith and George. So you’re not everyone’s cup of tea. That’s why there are so many kinds.”

Date: 25 Jan 2023 03:24 (UTC)
conning: (NealC 083)
From: [personal profile] conning
Neal puts a hand on his arm to encourage him to stay put, reaching over with his free hand to turn the water back on to a temperature he knows Malcolm likes. He waits to plug the tub again until the last of the red is gone. “You’re not. Not right now, not ever.”

Date: 25 Jan 2023 19:23 (UTC)
conning: (NealC 098)
From: [personal profile] conning
"No," he admits quietly. "But I'm here right now. And we can do everything in our power to make sure the Lonely--to make sure you're not alone."
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