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[abrightboy]

"I think I've been the one stabbing things that attacked us," Malcolm tells him. "And I like it that way. You don't need to be violent. You shouldn't be violent; it's not who you are." Neal's not like him; Neal is Good.

[conning]

“I don’t like you having to carry that alone.”

He touches Malcolm’s cheek. “It’s not who you are either, not matter how hard it is for you to see that.”

If Neal knew that Malcolm thought he wasn’t good himself, he would have a lot more to say. As it is, Neal just wishes he were strong enough to help.

[abrightboy]

“I know what I am,” Malcolm tells me, leaning into the touch. “And knowing helps me keep it at bay.”

And the Entities, too, though he hasn’t really connected that yet, beyond helping Neal resist the whispers.

“But if you want to be… more capable at self-defence, then you can learn.”

[conning]

Neal nuzzles his face against Malcolm’s neck again. “I’d like that. Please.”

He’s still resisting the Lonely, still reminding himself of what he’d lose whenever the hunger or the urge to use what he’s learning he can do hits. He knows what helps him, too. “I love you.”

[abrightboy]

"I love you, too, so go get your pantlegs taken up and stop fretting about it," Malcolm tells him with a gentle swat on his hip. "You don't want to trip over them when you're learning aikido or whatever."

[conning]

The hip swat is startling but not in a bad way. Neal leans back enough to see Malcolm’s face and raises his eyebrows.

“I don’t have to do it right this moment, do I, sensei?”

[abrightboy]

He laughs. “At least go put them away so you stop obsessing about them,” he says, pointing in their direction.