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[abrightboy]

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[hippie_ninja]

"So you only admitted to me you were assuming wrong, dark motives about me because you were being pedantic, and that's supposed to make me feel better...? Malcolm, I think you're a good person. But I think your fears and your anxieties and your experiences lead you to assume the worst about people--about me, in particular, because I had the gall to be concerned about your ethics and your interactions with another warden. And I can't trust you with myself because of that."

[abrightboy]

"You still haven't answered my question," Malcolm points out.

[hippie_ninja]

He shakes his head. "Which question?"

[abrightboy]

"What did I say today that made you think I need more help than you do?" Malcolm repeats.

[hippie_ninja]

"Your terror of being the bad guy. Of letting someone you love be the bad guy. Your fear of losing people."

[abrightboy]

"Those are the most normal things about me," Malcolm tells him.

[hippie_ninja]

"Well, they make us incompatible as therapist and patient." So maybe reexamine the extent to which they run your life, bro.

[abrightboy]

“Or they could be things you can use more of. We could both possess traits that would benefit the other. Maybe the problem is that you say you need help, but you don’t actually want it. You don’t want to change your coping mechanisms of pretending your emotions don’t affect your reason at all - something you have in common with Shaw - and meddling without invitation to do so, so you can feel good about offering your largesse in solving other people’s problems to avoid examining your own.” He holds up a finger. “Before you take offence to all that, just… consider it. Give it a thinking over. We did good work together before… all this blew up. So. One more food for thought for old times’ sake. Cool?”

[hippie_ninja]

"And who do you do your therapy through, Malcolm?"

[abrightboy]

“Are you looking for a recommendation?” he asks with a friendly smile.

[hippie_ninja]

"Something like that," he says, his own expression polite but guarded in a way it never is.

[abrightboy]

“I talk to Kiryu. I talk to Francis, who used to work in this office. I talk to Raylan and Norton and Neal. I talk to Will. Is this now the guest list I can expect to hear is on the phone tree for my next meltdown?” But it’s rhetorical. He leans forward. “Can I ask you one more thing?”

[hippie_ninja]

"No, I think I'm done with your passive aggression," he says, standing, stretching. "Thanks, though."

[abrightboy]

“Why do you think Will wasn’t in control when he killed Avalon?” Malcolm asks anyway.

[hippie_ninja]

"He told me he wasn't, Malcolm." So maybe Will's lied to one of them. He is manipulative.

[abrightboy]

“Fair enough. Thanks for coming by. I accept your apology,” Malcolm tells him.

[hippie_ninja]

"Get help, Malcolm. I really hope you do." He turns, leaves, doesn't look back.