#logan 007.

"Wait -- okay, are we thinking, like, seriously spooky? Or fun spooky?" Lydia called out from over her shoulder, sifting through the dozens and dozens of DVDs that she'd collected over the years. Sure, they were pretty much a moot way of consuming media, but what else was she going to do with them? Plus, most of them had been given to her after Meredith passed, their mother having been a big film lover. "'Cause there's Hocus Pocus, obviously. Or there's, like, Nightmare on Elm Street -- which, like, isn't terrifying but it could get us in the mood. What do you think?"

There were a lot of emotions coursing through him, all of which were contradictory. First, there was the fact that he was finally a full-fledged member of the Sons of Silence after a pretty jarring initiation, the year he spent as a prospect all worth it in the end. Second, there was everything going on with Logan, having heard from Nate that she'd had an unpleasant (to say the least) run in with someone from her past. Regardless, Malcolm's first priority was his girlfriend, and how she was handling everything-- there'd be plenty of time later to celebrate.

"You drank much water today?" Malcolm asked, already going ahead and pouring a glass of water. "I only ask because when I'm stressed, I always fuckin' forget to drink water, and it always ends in me with a headache and a dry mouth the next morning." He took the cup in hand and moved towards the couch where the blonde sat, extending it towards her. "How you feelin'?" He asked softly.