Malcolm Bright

Will's smile widens at the thought of joining Malcolm for a shower. He sets the helmet aside for now and stands, taking Malcolm's hands in his, letting Malcolm fidget with his fingers if he'd like. "It's not weird. I know I didn't feel like myself. I felt...like time was rewinding, and I was shards of glass again. I'm sure you didn't feel right, either."

He takes a deep breath in and lets it out slowly, leaning down to rest his forehead against Malcolm's. "And now we can relax and retake ourselves again...I hadn't realized how very safe I felt here, until it was gone."