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"Working is what I would have done, but I don't have any of that to focus on now unless I just buried myself in personal projects. Working out is more keeping with the routine, but I've been trying to do more with it. It helps that I work there, and while it isn't working on an engine, maintaining the machines is an easy task that is sort of familiar. That helps." He's already avoided talking about Cain so the other form of relaxation he'd had available to him were completely off the table.

"I've never done Yoga, though I'm pretty flexible...I wonder if I would like it. I might have to come to a session and see how it goes."

"It's open to everyone and I don't get offended if you leave in the middle. I find it really helpful for mental health," Malcolm tells him.

The thought of just leaving before it was finished gets a slight eyebrow raise, not sure if he would be able to convince himself to do that even if he hated it.

"I'd see it through, but I suppose that's nice of you, not requiring so much commitment."

"It's a service to help people. Making them stay if they hate it isn't helping anyone," Malcolm points out.

But if you didn't finish, how do you know if you hate it or not? "That makes sense. I guess it wouldn't help anyone else who actually was enjoying themselves to have someone around who wasn't either."

"Exactly. You get it." He pauses. "If you need something else, a lot of people practice fighting in the Enclosure."

He perks up at the mention, "Actually, I was thinking I might see if I could use it to do flight runs again, I just...Haven't finished my model yet. Do you know if people have used it for something similar in the past?"

Malcolm considers that.

"A friend of mine recreated his ship."

"Is he still here? I'd love to talk to him if so." His ship was a pile of ashes and crap metal now anyways, so it wouldn't be like he could ever fly her again unless it was some kind of simulation.

Malcolm's expression creases for a moment and he looks at a spot near Abel's elbow.

"No. No, he left."

"Oh." Well, that was awkward.

"Sorry." He doesn't want to add anything else to that for fear of shoving his foot further in his mouth. He could have left on his own terms, but judging by Malcolm's face, that probably wasn't it. He's suddenly remembering he has tea, which is more lukewarm now than it had been, like usual when he got himself something warm to drink and immediately forgot about it.

"Oh. No. You don't have to be sorry. He got everything he ever wanted." He absolutely left on his own terms; Malcolm just has trouble letting go. "I'm happy for him." Sad for himself.

Well, that made treading forward a little easier. He takes a sip of his tea, "Were you close then?" Because he would absolutely love to know more about you than just your sex life, Malcolm. It would probably help.

"When you're always moving forward loss is difficult." Who ever this was wasn't dead, but even so he was gone. It will be difficult for him as well, he thinks, now that he'd actually have time to grieve his losses. You didn't have much opportunity on the battlefield.

"Yeah," Malcolm admits. "He was like... a mentor. He taught me a lot."

Abel is reminded of Commander cook, how he had looked up to him before everything had fallen apart. Heroes, mentors, commanders, they tended to disappoint you if they stuck around long enough in his experience.

"valuable resources and friends are sometimes impossible to replace. Hopefully you have someone else who can fill that role for you if you still need it."

"I did," Malcolm tells him. "But he left too. But I have another one now. He disappeared for a while, but he came back."

"How long have you been here?" It would be good to know, if he's lost close friends like that so often, it might be better to try not to get too close, though Abel isn't entirely sure how he can try and prevent it. It was good being around people who actually enjoyed talking to him.

"Almost two years now," Malcolm tells him. "I just graduated my second inmate. I just had my first ever first anniversary with my soulmate that I met here. It's a great place."

Abel tries his best not to make a face when he mentions his soulmate. Alright, yeah, Norton, he can see it. Fucking with feelings and soulmates definitely are in line with the gossip. "Congratulations, those are both things to be proud of. I'll have to peak at your notes, get some pointers."

“I’m hoping to get another inmate at the end of the month. Will thinks they should give me a vacation first, but it’s not like we can go anywhere and honestly working keeps me out of trouble,” Malcolm says with a shrug.

Abel had been taking a vacation of sorts since he got here and he had not enjoyed very much of it at all. "I can understand that. I haven't known what to do with myself half the time since I got here and it's gotten me in trouble a few times." Thankfully not a lot, and he feels like he had kind of fixed that one conversation since he hadn't just stormed away, but it was awkward sometimes, going to the Gym. Ah well, Jacob could judge his form all he wanted so long as they could stay civil.

"Is...Will your soulmate?" He knows already, but if he slips up later it will help not give anything else away. Besides, it might be a good thing hearing it from Malcolm rather than the Gossip chain.

Malcolm will talk about Will all day long if asked, so good plan.

"Yeah! Will Graham. He works in the kennels and you might see him around walking or training his dogs. We had the same job in our worlds, investigating murders."

"Oh! So does that make you a detective as well? Or were you part of a forensics team?" Its definitely an interesting career choice. He'd been witness to enough people die over the years that he isn't sure whether a job like that would disturb him, but it certainly wasn't something most people could do.

"I haven't met Will, though I love dogs, so that will at least give me a good starting point if I catch him out on a walk. How long have you known each other?" Since he doubts they started the first day they met, but it wasn't unheard of. He'd done it anyways, though definitely not on purpose.

“I’m a detective. A profiler, specifically. Him too. We use behavioural psychology to study and hunt killers. I’ve known him for a bit over a year. He was here for a few months before I knew… about his feelings. We just celebrated our first anniversary in port,” Malcolm rambles happily. “We’ve both lectured at the same detective school in our different worlds too, which is neat. We’ve both worked for the same law enforcement agency.”

He can see how being so similar might be a comfort. Abel isn't sure he'd enjoy having a partner that was so close to himself, they'd never talk to each other if all they did was work anyways, but having a friend with shared experiences here would be valuable.

"That makes a lot more sense to me. I was thinking soulmate was you being too much of a romantic, but it definitely fits given the context." That embarrassment is starting to bleed away now that he has more information, adding a few footnotes under Norton's original assessment. "I'm sure that it's nice to have someone who has shared in most of your experiences, even if they weren't with you to do them."

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