Malcolm Reynolds Aims to misbehave (intheblack) wrote in wariscoming, @ 2013-09-24 19:32:00 |
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Entry tags: | claire callahan, malcolm reynolds |
Who:Mal and Claire
What:Talking-well trying to anyway.
When:Tonight
Where:His place
Warnings:Who knows?
He should have said something, whether it be on the internet or on the phone. He probably acted like the words biggest asshole during the last couple days, but everything was still kind of a blur. Coming back to him in bits and pieces at a time. But that much he could handle, what Lucifer had done was just cruel-but that was Lucifer. Wasn't exactly known for fuzzy wuzzy hugs and rainbows. Mal sat in his living room that was finally free of people, and looked around.
Finally free of people.. A thing normally he was grateful for, but Lucifer digging around in his thoughts caused something he hadn't felt in years. Vulnerability. Normally Mal was the sort to deal with that type of thing alone, but he was still on edge. He looked at his primitive Earth phone and scrolled through his list of contacts. He had a list and it wasn't just crew. People had been there through everything. That was what he had the most appreciation for. A warm feeling he hadn't felt in years, toward humanity..He always had believed in them, but trusted them? It was new. Concerning.
He didn't quite know how to deal with it when there wasn't noise around him, so he sent Claire a text-hoping she would answer. "Come over?" A thing he wasn't used to asking. Asking for things in general was a new one on him. He was normally the sort that just pushed through, got things done that needed doing. Now he felt a need to rely on someone else and it was scary. Unnatural. He wanted shimmer wine, or any wine-but he found it was still absent from his apartment and grumbled.
Instead he curled up on the couch and looked a little pathetic. Grabbing a near by blanket and draping it around himself. The drugs Simon had given him were gone, he wasn't sure his chances of getting them again were very good either, so he didn't sleep. He just stayed there, curled up on the couch waiting.