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[forensicks]

"Not to be confused with John Doe, I take it," Walter throws in, because hey, if he's given up on getting emotional validation out of this, maybe his restrained state can be useful for gathering info instead. "That's haunting, dude, what do you think it means? I'm watching you? Or maybe... Justice is blind?"

[abrightboy]

“No. The guy murdered my girlfriend. For money. My dad was pleased with himself because he thought he was helping me,” Malcolm explains. He looks over. “What do you mean ‘John Doe’? What about him?”

[forensicks]

"You know, I just wondered if it was the same guy for a second. Maybe he's got a magical lifespan and you met him in the future after whenever Arthur's from." Walter no longer thinks asking this was inconspicuous. Time to go for Concern. He sits up a bit to get a better view into the kitchen. "Your girlfriend? That's terrible. Yet another reason it's good he was out of your life before you got too much older. Most of the time."

[abrightboy]

“Out of my life? I visited him twice a week until I applied to Quantico. Are you asking if the assassin was John Doe?” Malcolm asks.

[forensicks]

...Whitby is a scumbag, he's a scumbag, he's a scumbag, Walter is not jealous, he's a scumbag...

"No, J.D. Your coworker?"

[abrightboy]

If it’s any consolation, every adult in his life regrets allowing it.

“Oh. Yeah. You know what?” He stirs actual chocolate into the warming milk. “I never could get him to tell me what it stood for. Do you like full sized marshmallows crammed in there or a bunch of the little ones?” Malcolm asks.

[forensicks]

Huh, a mystery even Malcolm didn't solve. Maybe he really isn't a file reader. "Little ones but I absolutely love your creative vision," Walter says automatically. "You know what would be really epic is chocolate stuffed big marshmallow."

[abrightboy]

"S'more hot chocolate?" Malcolm ventures. "When I make it for Willa, I put a few pumps of hazelnut coffee syrup in there and then it tastes like Nutella," he tells Walter.

He pours the hot chocolate into the mug and gets a bag of mini marshmallows from the cupboard, throwing a generous handful in, then brings it back over to him.

"My sister likes it with mint," he adds. "She says it tastes like an After Eight."