“It… didn’t feel good like that. I just thought he must be able to understand where I was coming from now, but he was fighting it even inside himself, and if he could accept that we’re actually the same, I could help him. …That felt good. That I have the tools to help him with a struggle I’ve already been through.”
He presses his lips together and gestures towards the phone.
Malcolm gives him a grateful, if shaky smile, but only realizes as cup clatters against saucer that his hand is shaking. He clenches it into a fist in his lap and with an apologetic look, takes the tea with his left hand and takes a sip.
“Oh, that’s new,” he notes. “I like it. Is that… ginger? Annnnd…” he takes another sip trying to place the other flavours.
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He presses his lips together and gestures towards the phone.
“Listen to the rest.”
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He nudges Malcolm's tea toward him. "I'll listen, but drink first."
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“Oh, that’s new,” he notes. “I like it. Is that… ginger? Annnnd…” he takes another sip trying to place the other flavours.