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[empathicfault]

Will loves Malcolm's fidgeting. It makes him feel fussed over, something he realized recently that he appreciates. So he's still smiling easily as Malcolm looks at him.

"Mmmhmmm. We both came here with large chunks taken out of us. Where we can't mend ourselves, the other can fill in," he replies. His eyes shut briefly in a look of bliss. "And then we're whole. It works for us. Damn well, too, I might add."

[abrightboy]

“Like… a really romantic and yet sometimes horrifying jigsaw puzzle,” Malcolm muses with a grin. “I’ve never felt better. Like. In my life,” he realizes. Not that he remembers what he felt like Before. He doesn’t even count that time, before he ate from the tree of knowledge of what his father was by opening a travel trunk in the basement of their home. “I really never have.” He pauses, his brow creasing faintly. He looks up at Will again. “I really did want to do it, though. I have to figure out how to let that go.”

[empathicfault]

Will chuckles at the example of a horrifying jigsaw puzzle. He feels like it's fairly accurate, if he's honest. But he also knows how beautiful horrifying things can be. He knows and accepts.

The last bit makes Will smile, even if slightly apologetically. "I know you did. I am sorry about that, Malcolm. That I let it happen so fast, and I didn't follow your wishes...even if we know why. If there's anything I can do to help make you feel any better about it, I'll do my best." He knows how tough it is for Malcolm to let things go, but he also doesn't think Malcolm should feel like he always has to.

[abrightboy]

“You just… being makes me feel better about everything,” Malcolm concedes. Maybe it’ll still creep around the corners of his mind, but… at the end of each day, he’ll still have Will, and it will be okay.