abrightboy | Happily Ever After AU

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abrightboy

"When I told you it wasn't real, you didn't believe me. That's how I knew it wasn't real," Malcolm explains, only lifting his eyes up to Neal's face at the end.

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conning

Something about that ties a knot in Neal's throat. He can't make words happen around it.

He kisses Malcolm instead, unintentionally soaking himself, not that it really matters. He's only got jeans on at the moment.

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abrightboy

“If I didn’t make myself wake up, the elevator would have crushed me like the man whose skull I found down there.” He looks up to find Neal’s face. “Are you mad at me for going there?”

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conning

Neal blinks. "What? No, of course not."

He starts to check Malcolm over carefully, making sure he's cleaned him up and that any smudges left are bruises, not dirt. "I wish you'd called me. But of course I'm not mad."

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abrightboy

"Gil's usually mad. My mother is usually mad." He watches Neal as he examines him. "Are you sure all the married people stuff is off the table? That kiss barely hurt at all."

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conning

Neal smiles at that, turning off the shower and kissing droplets of water off of each of Malcolm's cheeks. "I can be pretty creatively gentle."

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abrightboy

"I'd take the chance to ask if this means I'm getting breakfast in bed, but I'm not a big fan of bed or breakfast." He pauses. "Though you're changing my mind about both..."

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conning

Neal laughs. "Good."

He draws Malcolm out of the shower, dries him off, carries him to bed.

Very gently institutes some married people stuff.

After, when they're curled up together, he says, "Call me next time? Please? I want to be there if you need help."

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abrightboy

"He was missing a cufflink. In the interview with my sister, he was missing a cufflink. I just wanted to look for it; I thought I'd be two minutes," Malcolm tells him. "I never thought I'd need any help."

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conning

Neal exhales a pained little laugh. “Fair enough.”

He strokes Malcolm’s hair away from his face, studying every scratch, the purple-red of the scrape and bruise where he hit his head. “Maybe I should invest in a way to track your phone.”

A pause. “That’s a joke.”

He’s not about to treat Malcolm like someone whose radius needs to be monitored.

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abrightboy

Malcolm smiles.

“Are you starting to understand Peter’s compulsion to watch your anklet tracking?” he asks. It’s not a judgement, but it’s not a joke, either. He’s genuinely interested in how people tick. All people. Especially this person.

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conning

Neal frowns. Is he? "I guess."

Except that doesn't feel true.

"...No," he says slowly. "He watches me because he doesn't trust me. I would want to be able to find you so I can make sure you're okay."

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abrightboy

“He does also love you, though. Maybe he just doesn’t trust you not to get in trouble without him watching,” Malcolm points out. “I’m not saying there’s nothing unhealthy there but maybe we’re not giving the love in his intentions enough credit.”

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conning

"Yeah." Neal can't argue that. He strokes Malcolm's arm gently. "He..."

A pause. "He's more like a dad than my dad."

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abrightboy

Malcolm grins. “I know. We have that in common. Gil basically… raised me.” He watches Neal for a second. “He doesn’t like it either when I go places without calling.”

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conning

Neal makes a softly amused noise. “It’s like they think we’re going to get ourselves in trouble or something.”

He studies Malcolm’s face. “Did you want to stay? In that other version of things?”

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abrightboy

Malcolm shakes his head, but winces when that hurts.

“No,” he explains. “I wanted to come back to the you that listens to me.”

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conning

There’s a weird wash of relief that rides along with Neal’s affection when it hits him this time. Like he’s passed a test.

“Well, good. Because I would have found a way to come in after you.”

He frowns. “Look, it has to be possible, all things considered.”

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abrightboy

"If anyone could find a way, I'm sure it would be you."

Neal always insisted there had to be another way.

"I don't know what it says about my subconscious that nobody listened to me, including the one person that actually does."

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conning

Neal makes a noise that isn’t really amused. “Maybe it’s saying you should talk to them about that when you’re not concussed.”

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abrightboy

Malcolm makes a face.

“Do you think there’s a way to do that that they’ll listen to?” he asks.

He sighs heavily.

“Sunshine was a dog.” He might not even be aware that it’s a non sequitur. “I didn’t prefer that. But I guess it was very nuclear of us. Or something.”

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conning

A snort.

Then a long pause.

“What if we got one? A dog.”

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abrightboy

“It was my therapist’s first suggestion for an emotional support animal. But I didn’t think I was home enough to be fair to one.” He looks at Neal. “If you’d like it, I’m sure I would. As long as we don’t call it ‘Sunshine’.”