TRAUMABEANS AU

[conning]

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[abrightboy]

“Did anyone get hurt in these fires?” Malcolm asks grimly.

[conning]

Neal nods. He can't do anything more than that for a moment.

"Lots of people did." A pause, then, very quietly, "It's one of the ways I died."

[abrightboy]

Malcolm just blinks at him for a moment.

"That's..." He has no words for what that is. He can't fathom it. The mind isn't meant to fathom it.

[conning]

“Drowning was still worse,” he says, trying for irony, but the small smile and crooked tone don’t take the memories away. Neal shakes his head and gets up, slipping his arms around Malcolm, fitting himself against the smaller man like a person hanging on to a teddy bear.

[abrightboy]

Malcolm clutches him tightly.

"I'm sorry you have to know that," he says.

[conning]

“Me too,” Neal mumbles against his hair. Breathes him in.

After a moment he says, “Let’s explore. After we eat. Clear our heads.”

He’s not sure Malcolm’s needs clearing, but his definitely does.

[abrightboy]

Malcolm nods, looking up at him, studying his face.

“I like exploring. I bet you know how to find secret passageways and buried treasures,” he says with an enamoured smile.

[conning]

Neal grins, drinking in the compliment and the smile. "I'm pretty good at it. Generally speaking."

The food is good, not heavy. It's what he needed to feel a little more grounded. A little more real. They're in casual clothes, sweats and loose t-shirts, when they head out to wander the building. Clothes Neal won't scream internally over messing up, should the need or opportunity arise. He takes in the building as they wander down one of the halls, eyes bright with appreciation. "This place really is stunning."

[abrightboy]

Malcolm chose it for Neal. He chose specifically to Cheer Neal Up.

"I thought you'd like the..." He waves his hand at the wall. "Architectural... stuff."

[conning]

Neal smiles softly at that, going off on a tangent about architectural stuff that last them through a circuit of first floor and a good portion of the grounds. He doesn't so much run out of things to say as he gets distracted by the view of the back of the building from outside.

"It's surreal. Thinking about all the people who have been here before us. Maybe even for the same reasons."

A pause, a soft noise of amusement. "Similar reasons."

[abrightboy]

"The same reasons. They sell 'romance' as a reason," Malcolm teases. "Romance and escape."

[conning]

Neal snorts, then nods at the ground. "Fair point."

He twines his fingers through Malcolm's carefully, looking down at their linked hands. "Thank you."

[abrightboy]

"You don't have to thank me. It wasn't completely selfless. Look at all the time I don't have to share you," he points out with a self-deprecating laugh.

[conning]

"I love you," Neal says softly. He rests his forehead against Malcolm's, leans into him for the warmth and closeness. "I love you so much."

[abrightboy]

He means him. He means him and not the other him from that place. Maybe he loves that Malcolm, too, but he loves him.

"I love you, too," he whispers back into the space between their mouths.

He lifts his head and studies Neal's face close up.

"Do... do you feel any better here?"

[conning]

Neal considers that. Really thinks about it. Slowly, slowly nods. He looks out at the mountains again, breathing in the sharp clarity of the air. "It... feels like..."

He frowns, trying to figure out how to put it. "It feels like... we broke a curse. Coming out here."

[abrightboy]

“Today upstate New York, tomorrow the world,” Malcolm declares. “Though maybe we’ll stick with baby steps. Like LA or… Canada.” He reaches up to thread fingers through Neal’s hair at his temple. Neal’s far more practiced than Malcolm at these casual touches, but he feels compelled.

[conning]

Neal laughs in surprise, closing his eyes at the touch. How did he get so lucky? How could he have gotten lucky enough to meet Malcolm twice?

"I haven't been to LA in a long time. ...Or Canada, but I've had less reason to go there."

He turns to rest his hands on Malcolm's hips. "Where do you want to go?"

[abrightboy]

“I’ve never been a big fan of travel. My… sleep problems are… disruptive in most hotels or resorts. I don’t do well socially in new groups of people.” He shrugs a little uncomfortably. “This has honestly been the first trip that wasn’t for work that I’ve truly enjoyed.”

[conning]

Neal smiles a little, somewhat ironic, somewhat sad. "Well, we'll have to change that. Rent a chateau or a cabin instead of a hotel room, wherever we decide to go."

[abrightboy]

"I've heard you can rent a whole island," Malcolm says, almost blurting it out, like he can't help it. Like maybe it occurred to him when he was forced to a tropical beach.

[conning]

Neal breathes out a laugh. “I keep forgetting you have that kind of money on hand.”

[abrightboy]

Malcolm looks almost embarrassed but shrugs it off.

"My mother keeps threatening to take it away, but she's bluffing. She feels too much guilt over what my father did to me - even though she shouldn't," he quickly adds, "but, at any rate, she can't intentionally do something she knows would be harmful to me in any way. So. Yeah. Island money."

[conning]

"An island then." Neal kisses him. "Maybe in Italy."

[abrightboy]

Malcolm smiles up at him in the wake of the kiss.

“Are islands nice there? Do you know the good places to get one?”