Malcolm Bright

Will's lucky he's got lycanthropic strength, because it lets him catch Malcolm far more easily than he would've otherwise. He laughs and kisses him back, enjoying the electric feel of joyful desperation to it. This...this feels like a storybook event. It actually feels like it's everything he wanted, and that he can let himself have it.

Surely, some of that has to do with his graduation, somehow.

"I missed you, too. The shift felt longer than it's ever been," he replies, once his lips are free. "I was probably driving the reptiles nuts, I kept tapping on things."

He does allow Malcolm down, then, if he wants. It probably wouldn't be too appreciated to just carry his fiancé around his own place. As Will moves, he turns just a bit to look at the bouquet. It makes him smile even wider. "Daisies...symbols of joy and new beginnings. And lilies? Commitment, faith, rebirth. Beautiful choices, Malcolm. This whole place is perfect." And well worth the wait, as tough as it was. "Were you working on it the whole day?"