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abrightboy

“Being nice to everyone isn’t the same as liking everyone. And everyone certainly doesn’t like me. Off the top of my head, I can think of…. Five inmates I would have been miserable being paired with. But I didn’t get paired with them. They put me with someone I already liked who needed me. I think pairings are one of the things the Admiral actually seems to get right,” Malcolm concedes.

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stressingwitchface

Oh.

All right, well. It's too much for her to say the appropriate thing back - I like you too - even if it's the truth. She pretends she's rubbing sleep from her eyes, flushed with embarrassment.

He likes her. He doesn't have to, per his own admission, but Malcolm likes her. She hadn't been sure until this moment whether it was him doing his wardenly duties or whether his feelings had been genuine.

"One of the few things.." She mutters, to turn the conversation away from the ache in her chest.

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abrightboy

“You won’t get any argument from me,” Malcolm tells her warmly. “But you should go drink your hot chocolate before it gets cold.” He gives her an out.

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stressingwitchface

She recognizes the escape for what it is, and though there's some resentment for not having come up with a way out herself, she still takes it.

Kikimora stands up, picking her mug up with her.

"I'll leave you to your yoga." She says, stiffly and with careful lack of emotion.

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abrightboy

He smiles. "I do it every morning if you ever feel like trying it again. A few times a week up on deck with a group!" Because she loves groups as much as yoga.