Re: log: pizza and smash - mal and alex
Mal thought much of his own intellect and not much of the rest of himself. He would say, if asked, that he understood himself to well to like himself. Perhaps that was fair - perhaps it was self-indulgent, narcissistic self-loathing. He had come too far in the world to idolize anyone, he felt, least of all himself - yet Alex confounded his expectations. He was sweet and kind without being a whole innocent, and he appeared to expect nothing. It piqued his fear of betrayal, and his interest. Something so good, of course, must be too good to be true.
He didn't visibly react to the idea that Alex had been living in a trailer his entire life. It struck him as very sad, but he was also terribly privileged. "Nothing wrong with being a nomad, but four concrete walls have their advantages. Against the wind, to begin with."
He ushered Alex up the stairs and into the empty apartment.