#mal.

@hartsprung   --

open to m / f / nb (f for romantic) relation: friends / co-workers / someone working at the soup kitchen with him

      “Uh–sorry buddy, I just got a lot on my mind right now,” mal apologized as he stirred the stew they were gonna serve that night. it had gotten chilly all of the sudden and they knew they’d have a bigger influx of people and were planning accordingly but malcolm’s mind was miles away. this was his home now, his place–it had taking him a while to find that after being discharged but he felt useful here, or did until last night, when he found that kid he was trying to help had passed away.

       “I hadn’t seen that smile on you since you ace’d your last final. What’s going on?” Mal asked his friend handing him over a pint of beer before sitting in front of him with his own. He had already checked up on their food and it wouldn’t be too long now but he HAD TO know what was going on with Conner. Plus, he had his own set of news. POTENTIAL news anyway.