“I didn’t know how to explain. I thought there was something wrong with me, that I… I’m not sure. We realized later, that those feelings were there, but then it was just… Me dying, then burning alive, then waking up and risking my life again.”
“Three,” Neal mumbles after a moment’s silence. “I remember them all. The third time I drowned, and that… that was the worst. That’s when she got so upset she walked out, and then Bucky got angry. And I realized neither one of them asked what happened. They just… got angry that it did, that I would put myself at risk without them.”
His voice keeps going quieter. “They weren’t totally wrong. I didn’t tell them that Negan and I were going to explore that cave… We got stuck in there, water coming in too fast to get out.”
"You're saying a bunch of irrelevant words; I'm hearing 'no'," Malcolm points out. He watches Neal's face for a moment. "So she got mad at you again and then... disappeared?" he clarifies.
Neal takes a breath, exhales a sigh, and draws Malcolm over to the couch to sit down. He's still holding both of Malcolm's hands, focusing his attention there when he starts talking again.
"Not exactly. After the third time, when I realized they hadn't asked, I just... left. I walked out. She called, or... I called, I can't remember, but we were on the phone and something she said... I don't know. I told her I couldn't come back. For a little while after that she was still... there. Avoided me, which."
He shrugs. It's understandable. "Then she disappeared, and I found out from someone else that she'd come back with no memory of Mathias or anything that happened. I still don't know if. I'm grateful for that."
"Neal... you didn't owe her obedience. You know that, right? A partnership..." He looks down at their hands, then at his face with a wry smile. "I know you know how a partnership works. Did that feel like one?"
Neal meets Malcolm's eyes, the worry that's so common in him now showing. "I wanted... her to be happy, to have a chance to be happy. I wanted to be something that made her happy."
"If she didn't feel happy to make you happy... where does that leave you?" Malcolm asks. He leans forward. "Neal, I want you to have your own needs, too. You understand that, right?"
"That's normal," Malcolm tells him. "Especially after trauma. But we'll figure it out. I just want you to... be open to it. To how you feel. You'll figure out what you want. And, until then, enjoy the freedom you earned."
He lifts Malcolm's hand to kiss the back of it, then run his thumb over Malcolm's knuckles again. "Can I just enjoy getting to go places with you right now?"
"Yes," Malcolm tells him with a smile. He threads his fingers through the hair at Neal's temple. "You know... we finished my case. What if we went somewhere... away?" he proposes carefully.
Somewhere away. Neal meets Malcolm's eyes uncertainly. God, he wants to. He desperately wants to.
Malcolm hasn't mocked anything he's felt, hasn't told him he's being silly, hasn't told him he's overthinking. It's still hard to admit what he does.
"I feel like if I do then I'll break something. Something about this. Or like I'll wake up, or... I'm not sure. I do. I want to. But thinking about it."
The expression on his face says it clearly enough: it ties his stomach in knots.
“You got it,” Malcolm tells him, giving him a gentle kiss.
By evening, he’s done his research and the next afternoon they’re in a private car driving north. When it pulls up to the front doors of the historical resort in the Catsgills, Malcolm looks up at the almost fairy tale castle of a Victorian building, then looks at Neal’s face.
Neal is thunderstruck. As the building comes into view, he’s weirdly sure they’re in the wrong place, and then they climb out and it’s still the same place and it’s beautiful. He hasn’t been anywhere this nice other than June’s in… he’s not sure. He has no idea.
“It was built in 1869,” Malcolm tells him, leading the way in. “Actual Victorian architecture, not a replica.” He checks them in, then looks at Neal. “I hope this room is as good as it looked on the website.” He puts the key in Neal’s hand. He knows he can find the way. He’ll let him lead. Malcolm knows what to expect. He wants to see Neal’s face when he opens the door.
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His voice keeps going quieter. “They weren’t totally wrong. I didn’t tell them that Negan and I were going to explore that cave… We got stuck in there, water coming in too fast to get out.”
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“They… had abilities, powers. Experience with weirdness.”
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"Not exactly. After the third time, when I realized they hadn't asked, I just... left. I walked out. She called, or... I called, I can't remember, but we were on the phone and something she said... I don't know. I told her I couldn't come back. For a little while after that she was still... there. Avoided me, which."
He shrugs. It's understandable. "Then she disappeared, and I found out from someone else that she'd come back with no memory of Mathias or anything that happened. I still don't know if. I'm grateful for that."
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"I would have been happy to make her happy."
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"I don't know what I need," he admits quietly. "I don't know what I want. I wanted to be free, and now I am, and I don't know what happens next."
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Malcolm hasn't mocked anything he's felt, hasn't told him he's being silly, hasn't told him he's overthinking. It's still hard to admit what he does.
"I feel like if I do then I'll break something. Something about this. Or like I'll wake up, or... I'm not sure. I do. I want to. But thinking about it."
The expression on his face says it clearly enough: it ties his stomach in knots.
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Neal lifts Malcolm's hand and presses Malcolm's knuckles against his forehead. "You pick it. I want to go somewhere you'll like."
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"Okay, I'll do that. But you have to tell me one feature that you want it to have," he bargains.
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By evening, he’s done his research and the next afternoon they’re in a private car driving north. When it pulls up to the front doors of the historical resort in the Catsgills, Malcolm looks up at the almost fairy tale castle of a Victorian building, then looks at Neal’s face.
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“This is spectacular.”
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