Neal hums a little note that's half-thoughtful, half-pleased. "I'll do my best with the terrible menu available."
Sarcasm, clearly.
They settle into quiet, talking off and on the way they always have--the way he did with the first Malcolm, the way he still does with this one. Malcolm is actually the first to fall asleep this time, which surprises Neal, but he's not unhappy about it. The soft sounds of his breathing, the distant noise of the breeze and what has to be an owl--there are things alive here. Alive and at peace.
He's starting to doze into his own fitful nightmares when Malcolm stirs.
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Sarcasm, clearly.
They settle into quiet, talking off and on the way they always have--the way he did with the first Malcolm, the way he still does with this one. Malcolm is actually the first to fall asleep this time, which surprises Neal, but he's not unhappy about it. The soft sounds of his breathing, the distant noise of the breeze and what has to be an owl--there are things alive here. Alive and at peace.
He's starting to doze into his own fitful nightmares when Malcolm stirs.