trailer park: alex and mal
Mal had absolutely no context for what he was walking into. All he knew was that someone might be breaking into Alex's apartment, and he counted Alex as a friend. A new friend, of course, but a friend nonetheless. If someone was violating his privacy, installing a few cheap cameras was the least he could do.
Something in the back of his head warned him of trusting strangers he didn't know well - he had experience to speak to the fact that such practices didn't always work to the benefit of those who chose trust over suspicion. Nonetheless, he thought installing a few cameras with the consent of the homeowner was risk-light, at worst. He liked Alex, and he made a judgement call.
He got the message late in the evening, a backpack full of equipment already slung over one shoulder. He fully expected to bring the goods straight to Alex's, so he was surprised when the text came before he'd even left.
He answered the door in a t-shirt and jeans, smiling awkwardly. "Hi. Are we...going to yours? I have the stuff." He patted the backpack.