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[abrightboy]

Malcolm fidgets, smiling back almost shyly.

"Really?" he confirms, his fingers finding a seam to bother at Will's shoulder. Because he does like this person a whole awful lot, so he's relieved if Will doesn't regret being him. "You're still..." His eyes wander from the seam at his shoulder up to his face. "You still want the things we talked about?"

[empathicfault]

Will stares at Malcolm for a moment, his smile threatening to turn into a grin as he wonders how he got this lucky, to find this man. "I still want them. I still want all of them," he says, his voice quiet but near-shaking with weight. "You're the only one who's treasured who I am, Malcolm. Not only a part of me, not who I could become."

He laces their fingers together and rubs a finger over Malcolm's ring. "I'm never letting you go, not after this...miracle of a place brought us together."

[abrightboy]

His whole face lights up. His whole being. He does treasure this man; that's true. He smiles crookedly, then gives him a gentle, tender kiss before looking up into his face again.

"If we're going to your world to talk to Molly, can we tell off Jack while we're there?" He would have told off Strange some more if Will hadn't stopped him.

[empathicfault]

Will can't hold his grin back anymore, not with Malcolm looking so happy. He's still smiling as they kiss, and he laughs at the question before he can even consider it properly.

"If I even see Jack again, I'll probably punch him in the face. -which is not to say that we shouldn't go..."

[abrightboy]

"I feel like I should discourage that, but I'm just not feeling it," Malcolm agrees.

Without letting go of him, Malcolm starts to turn then so he can back them towards the record player. "Dance with me," he says, like they're not two-thirds already doing that.

[empathicfault]

Will's happiness bubbles up in a giggle as Malcolm fails to discourage the punching. Hey, it's better than what Will originally had in mind for the man, but- with everything they've just talked about, he can't bring the wrathful vengeance to its full flame for Jack right now. He wouldn't be here, needing redemption, if it wasn't for Jack.

He'd still like to punch him.

Will sways with Malcolm and easily gets pulled along towards the record player. "Of course I will," he replies. In fact, he's feeling so good he swings Malcolm around with him as they cross the room towards the player. "You are amazing," he declares, in slight surprise himself, as Malcolm sets up the player. "I didn't think I'd want to get up off the couch today, much less..." He shakes his head. Dancing wasn't an expected activity.

[abrightboy]

Malcolm turns on the player with one hand, barely glancing at it. They’re getting… whatever was going to play next. He grins up at Will. “It’s your fault, actually. I’ve never been this happy before. The outcome is unpredictable,” he teases. “Spontaneous cases of dancing could break out. Who knows what else it could lead to.” He slips that arm up around Will’s neck. “I’m open to exploring it.”

[empathicfault]

Will chuckles as something jazzy, from the beginning of the 20th century (or someone's 20th century), starts to play. Not quite a waltz or a ballroom dance, so they'll have to wing it.

"Are you?" Will grins back. "I do love exploring with you."

Will takes the lead on the dancing this time, just sort of feeling out the music. But it also means that he has less idea of what he's doing. They still seem to move in-sync with each other, even when it means they almost run into the couch. Will laughs and skirts them away from it. "We always forget to move things when this breaks out."

[abrightboy]

"That just means, on our ship, we need a dedicated room for dancing. No furniture, just a killer stereo system," he jokes. "And maybe a disco ball," he teases for good measure.