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That is actually a fantastic way to get that Tim-esque creature off of him. If Malcolm did so on purpose: job well done. But Tim, even wailing something un-understandable in his embarrassment, can't be sure if it was on purpose.

But yeah, he's pulled back, using the small distance to wipe unceremoniously at his face with his sleeves. His face is pale-ish from the exertion. His eyes are red. The embarrassment is totally unwarranted because it's no secret that he and Jeff are

and that they have

and Tim wants to run his mouth and ask if Malcolm knows the whole story. That Jeff looks different. Better. And not. That Jeff is still a bold, charming, sweet guy. And that makes everything about him more dangerous. That Jeff has stopped drugs, the hard ones, because there weren't any new points of his sticks on his arms. But there were scars. New scars. Old scars.

Scars don't belong on Jeff.

But they do.

Scars belong on that body because self-defense is legitimate. It's always legitimate.

Tim had been staring at the floor. His eyes dart to the cups off to the side of him. Finally they meet Malcolm's and Tim feels warm and good again. It's weird. "I don't know," he admits, tired.

Having sex in someone's. house. is weird.

[abrightboy]

It’s Tim’s house, too. He has his very own robot sheets in his very own room and everything.

Malcolm’s mouth twitches an almost smile and he takes Tim’s cup and sets it back in his hands.

“Just an option, so you don’t feel like you have to ask us if he shows up.”

He’s noticed he looks better. He said he got off drugs. That and the California sun would make anyone look well.

“Is he staying at Bonnie’s?”