TRAUMABEANS AU

[conning]

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[abrightboy]

Neal’s legs are longer, but Malcolm sprints into the room not far behind him. The window is open. No. No.

Then there’s a noise. The quiet, unmistakable babble of a baby from the bassinet beside the window.

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Neal darts over, scooping Nina up very gently and holding her close, like somehow that will make the attempted theft less horrifying. He backs away from the window, looking at Malcolm.

“Why would she do that?” It’s quietly horrified. “Why would she try to do that?”

Alessa sweeps into the room, and Neal gently hands Nina over.

[abrightboy]

“Maybe she got into nannying in the first place to steal a baby,” Malcolm suggests. “We’ll dig into her tomorrow. I need to know more.”

[conning]

Neal rubs his face with both hands, feeling wrung out.

“Can we go home?” It’s very quiet, meant just for Malcolm. “Please? Your place or my place, I don’t really care, just… home.”

[abrightboy]

“Yeah,” Malcolm agrees. “It’s time to go home.”

He tells Dani they’ll see her tomorrow, then hails a cab, giving them Neal’s address.

“We don’t need to start super early tomorrow,” he explains as they climb the stairs. “We have to wait for the background check anyway.”

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Neal nods, relieved, hoping for a slow morning of curling around each other in bed until the bathroom or breakfast calls too strongly to ignore. He locks and chains the door as soon as they’re inside, coming over to Malcolm again and wrapping him up in a hug that’s almost like a kid snuggling a teddy bear.

“We’re okay, right?” It’s murmured against Malcolm’s hair. “We’ll be okay.”

He shivers. “I feel like something horrible is going to happen and I don’t know what.”

[abrightboy]

“We’re okay. I mean. I’m not going anywhere, if that’s what you’re asking,” Malcolm tells him, hands grasping Neal’s shirt at his ribs. “That feeling of foreboding is common after trauma, too. You should talk to someone, but I’m not going to make you. It won’t help if you’re not ready to try to process it.”

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Neal shivers, mumbling into Malcolm's shoulder. "They won't believe it anyway."

[abrightboy]

"There's no other explanation," Malcolm points out. "But that's not even the point. It's about what hurt you, not whether they think that it should have."

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Neal holds on a little tighter, not sure how to articulate his fear of being disbelieved. It is the point, it’s the whole point.

“You really think your therapist would… be all right? For this?”

[abrightboy]

“I was catatonic when I first went to her,” Malcolm confesses. “She’s helped me a lot.”

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Neal draws back, running his hands down Malcolm's sides to rest on his hips. He looks down between them, then at Malcolm's face.

"You think I should do it."

It's not really a question.

[abrightboy]

“I don’t want to tell you what to do, I just want you to feel better than this,” Malcolm responds softly.

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Neal bites his lip. "What if..."

He closes his eyes, giving a breathy little laugh, trying to play it off. "I don't want to get locked up again for new and exciting reasons."

[abrightboy]

Malcolm tilts his head and watches Neal’s face.

“What if what?”

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Neal swallows, clears his throat, tries for a smile. “What if she thinks I’m too crazy? What if I tell her the truth and…”

He closes his eyes. “What if it’s the kind of thing where she decides I’m better off in a padded room?”

[abrightboy]

“She’s not like that,” Malcolm promises. “Many people have suggested I’ve belonged in one and she never put me there.”

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He nods slowly. Very slowly. Then looks at Malcolm’s face again.

“Would you come with me?”

[abrightboy]

“Of course,” he says earnestly. “I’m happy to give her an advance heads up about your situation, too, if that makes it easier for you.”

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Both those statements unknot his guts a little. “Yeah. I think it might.”

[abrightboy]

“Good,” Malcolm says, setting a gentle kiss on Neal’s mouth. “Then I’ll set it up.” He kisses him again. “Tomorrow.”

[conning]

Tomorrow. Not tonight, not something to worry about yet.

"Let's go to bed," Neal says softly. He's not even sure he's up for anything particularly active. He just wants the world to stay away for a little while.

[abrightboy]

"That's what I was hoping you would say," Malcolm tells him with a sweet smile. He shrugs off his coat and drapes it over one of the dining chairs and heads towards the bedroom with a look over his shoulder to ensure Neal is following.

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Neal sheds his own clothes except for his boxers as he follows, feeling worn to the bone and prepared to sink into the softness of the bed. As soon as Malcolm is settled, Neal joins him, sliding down enough that he can rest his head on Malcolm's chest.

Yeah, Malcolm might be the smaller of the two of them, but that doesn't mean Neal can't fake being the little spoon now and then.

[abrightboy]

Malcolm is glad he strapped in before Neal snuggled up. Dislodging him now feels like it would be a crime. Instead, he sings an old lullaby softly.