Neal grazes his thumb over Malcolm’s temple, resisting the urge to just say Leave them, then. It’s not that easy. He knows it isn’t. Even if the petty, angry part of him wants those people to have to realize exactly what they’re losing when they take Malcolm’s presence for granted.
All right, maybe those emotions aren’t entirely directed at the un-met people in Malcolm’s life. Justly or not.
“Then they don’t deserve you.”
He bites his lip to keep from adding So many people don't. As though he does himself. As though Malcolm deserving better will get him more than he has.
“You could come back with me, too,” he says quietly. “If you wanted to. I might not have bottomless pockets, but I know a thing or two about creating a fake ID.”
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All right, maybe those emotions aren’t entirely directed at the un-met people in Malcolm’s life. Justly or not.
“Then they don’t deserve you.”
He bites his lip to keep from adding So many people don't. As though he does himself. As though Malcolm deserving better will get him more than he has.
“You could come back with me, too,” he says quietly. “If you wanted to. I might not have bottomless pockets, but I know a thing or two about creating a fake ID.”