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abrightboy

Malcolm, standing by the kitchen island, attempts decorum for approximately twenty seconds, until Will calls him 'fiancé' and he grins, throwing himself into Will's arms, wrapping his arms around his neck to give him a very enthusiastic kiss.

"Welcome back," he says when it breaks. "I missed you."

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empathicfault

Will's lucky he's got lycanthropic strength, because it lets him catch Malcolm far more easily than he would've otherwise. He laughs and kisses him back, enjoying the electric feel of joyful desperation to it. This...this feels like a storybook event. It actually feels like it's everything he wanted, and that he can let himself have it.

Surely, some of that has to do with his graduation, somehow.

"I missed you, too. The shift felt longer than it's ever been," he replies, once his lips are free. "I was probably driving the reptiles nuts, I kept tapping on things."

He does allow Malcolm down, then, if he wants. It probably wouldn't be too appreciated to just carry his fiancé around his own place. As Will moves, he turns just a bit to look at the bouquet. It makes him smile even wider. "Daisies...symbols of joy and new beginnings. And lilies? Commitment, faith, rebirth. Beautiful choices, Malcolm. This whole place is perfect." And well worth the wait, as tough as it was. "Were you working on it the whole day?"

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abrightboy

Malcolm practically vibrates at the fact that Will is pleased. He nods eagerly.

“I cooked dinner!” he blurts out like he just can’t contain it anymore.

He takes the cover off the spinach and strawberry salad with goat cheese and a mild vinaigrette.

“I made… well, I cut up this stuff. And…” He takes the cover off a rectangular casserole dish with scallops baked in a homemade cheese sauce. “I put this in the oven and took it out.” He looks at Will.

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empathicfault

Malcolm's enthusiasm would be infectious, even without Will's condition. He smelled something on the plates but wasn't sure what it was. Now that it's revealed, his grin is almost as wide as Malcolm's. He never expected Malcolm to be involved in the creation of the food.

Hannibal was right, that there's a purity in the satisfaction of providing a meal for the people you value. And now Malcolm knows that joy.

"Malcolm, that's fantastic. It smells delicious...I haven't had scallops in ages. How was it? Cooking dinner?"

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abrightboy

“Neal helped me, so it was pretty fun. Well. I helped Neal, more accurately. Put some on your plate. Oh! Wait. I got you a present.”

He gives him a quick kiss because he has to walk a few feet away to retrieve it from the linen closet. When he turns back towards Will, he’s holding out a potted plant.

“It’s chamomile!”