Malachi moved through the flat slowly. She wasn't answering him. Wasn't she home? There was no reason she wouldn't be unless she went out and then a babysitter would be here to tell him so. Getting to the back of the flat, he went to the bedroom, stopping at the door. The thought of if he really wanted to look inside if he was just going to be turned away from was interrupted when he saw her inside.
She was standing by the closet with a trunk, putting his clothes in it . He could just see some of the clothes she'd already packed and the sweater in her hand. The sight was hurtful to see, that she'd just pack away his clothes with his permission or regard for him. Turning his gaze from the trunk and clothes, he looked at Lavender. She was wearing one of his shirts. "I.." He started, then stopped, clearing his throat. "I wanted to talk, Lavender. I don't have a lot to say if you're willing to listen."