"Good, because she produces a lot," he chuckled from his seat. "You're trying to move air up from her stomach, you're gonna have to pat a little harder."

Smirking, he pushed to his feet and slid a hand up Malcolm's back to demonstrate with a short rhythmic pat. "It'll be 50/50 how willin' she is to give it up, so don't be afraid to sit down if you need to."

He'd stay right here too, just to soak in the reality of these two together, with him, alone, in an apartment that they all belonged in.