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He lifts his head to look at Will. He’s happy, he realizes. Out there, stuff is confusing and difficult but here… it all runs off like rain water. Only one thing is important. He holds Will’s gaze for a moment, then his eyes shift to his chest, where he starts unbuttoning Will’s shirt with a calm, satisfied smile.

“I’m ready to run now,” he says. He glances up and then leans up to steal a kiss as his fingers continue their work.

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And perhaps that's all Malcolm needed, someone to be there for him, no matter what. It's something Will had known he'd needed for ages and something he'd come to accept and embrace and now will provide.

It's so gratifying and relieving to see that small, calm smile. There doesn't have to be any struggle here, nothing they don't want. It's just them and the woods. He radiates warmth as he kisses Malcolm back. "Let's go, then."

He helps Malcolm out of his clothes, too- briefly considers another distraction, but it's so not the time for it. Once he's pulled his socks off (he's destroyed more socks than anything else with this new state, oddly), he changes. The bone crunching noises remind him of the ortolans, and it's not an unpleasant reminder of transformations past.

[abrightboy]

Malcolm wouldn't object to other distractions.... maybe after they run. As they get outside the cabin, he nips playfully at Will's cheek, then he takes off at full speed across the field.