#postapocalypsemalone

The only think hiding the hearty breakfast on the tray she held was the cover over top of it to keep it warm, and the fact that she'd made it down to Mal's apartment without getting caught. Though Mal was allowed out that morning, and was allowed rations now, Charlie knew they needed more than what Sada had left at the diner, and instead had brought down her own breakfast.

Pushing open the door she unlocked with keys Hector had given her for the third floor so she could let everyone out of their room now that lock down was over, Charlie let it swing closed behind her as she headed further into the familiar apartment.

"Mal... Honey?" Though the platitude felt strange on her tongue, it wasn't unpleasant.

As styled by September Wexley.

Sada is rather neutral on Mal. She doesn't like, nor dislike them, but she does foster a relationship of respect. They are non-judgemental, reliable, and skilled. All things Sada appreciates. They don't care about her shit, she doesn't care about theirs. It's a mutually beneficial and rather professional relationship.

Sada paid them for a private job of building the walls for her hidden safes. Mal is literally the only person in the world besides Sada Vang herself who knows where they are. Sada paid them $25,000 for the work and to forget the location after.

Sada has, on occasion, to foster their professional relationship... sent girls to Mal's apartment as gifts on holidays like Christmas, New Years, Valentine's etc. Not every one, but it's happened at least a handful of times. She doesn't care if they turn the girls away, it's the thought that counts, she know this.

"I know you hate this, Mal... I do. But you need to take it easy. You're still healing on the inside." Giving them a little sigh that was less exasperated than she'd hoped it to be, Charlie motioned them back to the sofa in their suite, and moved to stock up the fire that had lowered nearly to coals in the fireplace.

"Mal, Mal, Mal. They're like Lindor chocolate, you know all hard on the outside but soft and gooey on the inside? Yeah, like that. They're like ooh look at me, I'm all scary and just a big ol' b.i.t.c.h, you know? But then you're like oh Mal, who all do you consider family and it's like, Oh Charlie, and Jp, and Jeremiah, and Ashton, and All the Wexleys, and Rosie, and... like come on, you cannot help but adopt people. So big and scary, sure. And you know what? I saw that in them from the minute they moved in next door ten years ago, and I was not gunna let them push us away. I could see they were lonely but too stubborn to admit it. Don't get me wrong, they're still too stubborn, but I think they're secretly a lot more open to letting people in now than they were before."