Re: trailer park: alex and mal
Alex didn't know much of Mal's pain, besides an expressed desire for the possibility of redemption of some sort which seemed vague, and had been asked in an abstract sort of third person way, like he really wasn't asking for himself, except that he probably was. It didn't matter. Mal didn't know all of his, either, but he probably knew a damn sight more about Alex than most, if not all people in Repose. Point was, he trusted Mal. Liked him, was more comfortable around him than pretty much anyone else.
So he was really, really trying not to be too embarrassed about where he lived. And Mal, for his part, seemed chill about the whole thing, which helped. And even if Alex did his best to keep the place clean, he couldn't help but be self-conscious about every little thing that wasn't neat and tidy about the place. That one stack of comics had tipped over and fanned out on the table. His cassettes were just sitting out, some not in the cases. That yellow shirt was slung over the chair like- shit, that yellow shirt. Well, he didn't need to call attention to it, but he still felt the prickle of cold sweat on the back of his neck. Mal didn't need to know about it.
Meanwhile, on top of all of that, he wasn't sure what to do with a guest. Should he offer Mal something to drink? This wasn't strictly social, after all. Kind of at a loss, trying to be at his ease, he just hopped up on the table, kicking his legs back and forth a little as Mal explained where the cameras would go. He wasn't sure he needed that many in such a small space, but he also trusted Mal to know what he was about. "All right," he nodded, trying to be serious, but he couldn't help a slow little grin. "So uh...camera right by the bed?" That little grin, an arched eyebrow. They hadn't even talked about who would be watching the footage. But it wasn't like Alex was bringing anyone home anyway. Well, not counting right now, and it definitely didn't count that way. "I mean...you need me to help out, or?"