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[abrightboy]

“Nobody can really affect… them. But you being here when it ended… it helped so much.” He leans up to give him a kiss. “So much. I don’t even…” He kisses him again. “This is the best morning of my whole life.”

[empathicfault]

Oh, kisses. Will smiles as Malcolm shifts to do so, leaning into them happily. The last declaration gets a surprised smile out of Will, who reaches up to grab Malcolm's shoulder, then pulls him into a close hug.

"We'll have to do it again very soon, then. And enough times so that we both get used to good mornings like these." This time Will is the one to kiss Malcolm, humming with happiness.

[abrightboy]

"You know..." His hands fidget at little at the front of Will's shirt. "You can... stay here as much as you want." He'd never suggest Will give up having his own space where he could decompress, but... "Any... night you want. As many as you want."

[empathicfault]

Will grins at the offer. "I'll probably be over quite a lot, in that case. How do you feel about setting up some dog bowls around here? It'd probably be just Winston. I'd trust him to stay off the bed."

[abrightboy]

Malcolm smiles, hesitantly at first, and then brightly.

"You can set up anything you want," he offers easily. Literally anything. Dog bowls. Comfy arm chair. Telescope. Meth Lab. Anything he wants. "If it means you can be here more."

[empathicfault]

"Have a little respect for your own personal space," Will says, but he's clearly joking, smiling just as brightly back at Malcolm.

Kissing the top of Malcolm's head, he notes, "We're agreed, then. I'll have to mostly time things around what Jet and Jax need, but I suspect they'll be spending more and more time at Shaw's and Harkin's places. Would tonight be too soon to stay again?"

...what? It was a good sleep. And he loves seeing Malcolm so happy.

[abrightboy]

"I have two cases of antique weapons, a parakeet and you. That's everything I care about being in my personal space," Malcolm tells him.

At the question, he perks up and shakes his head. "No. I'd like that," he promises. He feels a lot better about it now that they've come through one without Will getting any broken bones or being repulsed by him.