Neal smiles at him warmly. "Malcolm, you don't have to be sorry. You didn't do anything wrong." With a little irony, he adds, "I evaded, you saw it, you stopped pushing. There's nothing to apologize for."
He shifts, raising his legs onto the couch. He wraps both arms around Malcolm to pull him close, until they're basically lying together, Malcolm on top of Neal.
Neal trails his fingertips down Malcolm's sleeve, staring up at a wet spot on the ceiling, trying to track whether or not it's spreading as he watches. For a little while he's quiet. Bizarrely content in the middle of the chaos, in spite of the roaring of thunder and wind and the water damage.
"After I moved back here," he says, and stops. "After I moved back here, I thought about it. How things could have been if I stayed here after I kissed you."
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He shifts, raising his legs onto the couch. He wraps both arms around Malcolm to pull him close, until they're basically lying together, Malcolm on top of Neal.
Neal trails his fingertips down Malcolm's sleeve, staring up at a wet spot on the ceiling, trying to track whether or not it's spreading as he watches. For a little while he's quiet. Bizarrely content in the middle of the chaos, in spite of the roaring of thunder and wind and the water damage.
"After I moved back here," he says, and stops. "After I moved back here, I thought about it. How things could have been if I stayed here after I kissed you."