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[conning]

He shrugs. “A relationship, a friend with benefits. I know some people consider the Barge a kind of interdimensional Vegas in terms of its impact on things back home.”

He doesn’t think Malcolm is one of them, but still.

[abrightboy]

Malcolm glances at him again, then pushes at the eggs with his spatula.

“I’m not seeing anyone.”

A big surprise, he’s sure.

[conning]

He takes his coffee to the kitchenette table and sits down, fiddling with his mug. “Is there anyone you’d like to see?”

[abrightboy]

“I don’t know,” he says, scrambling the eggs as they start to solidify. “I sort of… kissed a colleague of mine not long before I got here, but… I don’t think she really… likes me like that. Maybe that’s for the best. Maybe I’m not really in a place for that anyway,” he reasons.

[conning]

“Norton asked me when this flood started—we were talking and it came up— the question of if either of us wanted a family.”

He doesn’t elaborate on that, maybe just giving himself and excuse for this line of questioning. “Why wouldn’t you be? In a place for that? At least for kisses.”

[abrightboy]

Malcolm looks confused. Isn’t it obvious?

“I’m a mess. Who needs that?”

[conning]

Neal opens his mouth, closes it. Pauses. Tries again. "Malcolm. You've spoken to other human beings. You make a whole study of human nature. Who isn't a mess?"

[abrightboy]

“There are messes and there are messes that will always be a burden on anyone they’re with,” Malcolm tells him. “I have a lot of problems.”