Neal winces, putting an arm around Raylan’s shoulder and turning sideways so he can drape his knees lightly over the other man’s lap.
“That… is one of the things about Malcolm that scares me sometimes. He doesn’t lose his temper often, that I’ve seen. But when he wants to hurt you, if he’s close enough to know you, he knows exactly how.”
The question hurts, for reasons he can’t articulate. He might be good at learning other people, but he’s terrible at seeing certain parts of himself. “I don’t know. We’re close. But I don’t like Will. I don’t trust him. And Malcolm loves him. I have a harder time telling Malcolm anything knowing it could get to Will.”
And he’s still in love with Malcolm.
“When you say situation…” He tries to figure out how to say it without saying it, just in case. “What kind of situation do you mean?”
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“That… is one of the things about Malcolm that scares me sometimes. He doesn’t lose his temper often, that I’ve seen. But when he wants to hurt you, if he’s close enough to know you, he knows exactly how.”
The question hurts, for reasons he can’t articulate. He might be good at learning other people, but he’s terrible at seeing certain parts of himself. “I don’t know. We’re close. But I don’t like Will. I don’t trust him. And Malcolm loves him. I have a harder time telling Malcolm anything knowing it could get to Will.”
And he’s still in love with Malcolm.
“When you say situation…” He tries to figure out how to say it without saying it, just in case. “What kind of situation do you mean?”