Re: trailer park: alex and mal
It was funny how a life could be blessed in one way and cursed in another. There was a strong argument to make that having a decent family who loved you, even if they were all brutally murdered in a single stroke, was better than being brutalized by them for years. Comparing pain wasn't a pastime he enjoyed, much. He felt he'd been lucky in so many ways that even all the death sometimes felt trivial. And then it didn't, in odd moments, quiet moments when he was alone and the tidal wave of it swept over him. Every day was different.
There was no sign of that in the present, as Alex smiled at him and he smiled back. The gesture of rubbing his face with his hand drew a momentary furrowing of his brow, but like a good English gentleman, he let it slide. Everyone had their own eccentricities, didn't they? "Okay," he said. "I will hold you to that."
He was a little surprised to find Alex was living in a trailer - a mark of his privilege, and the way he'd been raised. He never imagined someone would take him to a trailer when they said they were taking him home - when his mind categorized 'home', it didn't factor into the list of possibilities. He took it in stride. "In. We'll install in the corners, one by the bed, one in the kitchen. I'll set one by the door as well, of course, but we can at least make sure no one is wandering in unannounced."
Only then did it occur to him how strange this really was. When Alex had said someone was sneaking in, he had imagined an apartment, or a house. A trailer was certainly considerably more difficult to break into without someone feeling every footstep vibrating the entire structure, wasn't it? Perhaps it was Alex all along. He wasn't sure what would happen if the footage bore it out, but he could only help. That bridge would be crossed when he came to it.