When she kissed him, instead of him initiating it, it felt like coming home every time. Malcolm felt so whole these days. Like everything was finally right. He wasn't angry or vindictive, and he didn't give a shit what the Merry Men were up to.
Oh god, was this happiness? He hoped so. God he hoped so.
"Of course," he grinned, kissing her again. He jumped up and returned to the kitchen once more, to grab some goblets and wine.