Re: trailer park: alex and mal
Thing was, Alex probably needed someone in his life who sounded like a parent. He had close to zero real life skills that didn't relate to living on the streets, and he was making up something like 80-85% of this as he went along. Not to say that Mal needed to be the one who was strictly parental in nature; he was only five years older than Alex, and something something 'daddy' we're not going there, but it was beneficial to be around someone who knew how things worked.
Anyway, the point was, he understood the place the concern was coming from and he appreciated it. He was touched by it, even if it had made him briefly sulky. He just hated that there wasn't some kind of Life 101 manual to read through (plenty of pictures, please) that would explain how to like, open a bank account and hard boil eggs and that, oh yeah, you should probably seek medical attention if you're having prolonged blackouts where you lose several hours.
"No, you're right, dude, I know it's only 'cause you actually give a shit so...yeah. I'm just like, it wasn't even something that came ta mind ta do, y'know?" They continued on, winding through rows of rusty, weather-beaten trailers. "It...prolly is serious an' I promise I'll go get looked at next week, okay?" He really didn't want Mal to worry about him. He'd go to the Crisis Center; they had a clinic there.