[Taking notice of the state of the room reminds him of his budding frustration that she's still keeping herself here in the first place, when she's had a much better option practically gift-wrapped and delivered to her. But there's a time and place to nag her about that, and it isn't now.]
Okay. [Malcolm takes the invitation to sit down beside her, casually scuffling the toe of his shoe across the floor in front of them. There are so many swirling uncertainties right now, he can't even grab hold of a single one of them. To say his brain is like soup isn't quite the apt metaphor. Maybe more like soup that's threatening to boil over. He lets out a frustrated sigh and twists his hands together in his lap.]
Listen, Eponine, I-- [Right. The whole... stopping thing. Malcolm gives up, cuts himself off there, and leans in to give Eponine that very kiss she'd been so patient in asking for, lips sealed to hers.]
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Okay. [Malcolm takes the invitation to sit down beside her, casually scuffling the toe of his shoe across the floor in front of them. There are so many swirling uncertainties right now, he can't even grab hold of a single one of them. To say his brain is like soup isn't quite the apt metaphor. Maybe more like soup that's threatening to boil over. He lets out a frustrated sigh and twists his hands together in his lap.]
Listen, Eponine, I-- [Right. The whole... stopping thing. Malcolm gives up, cuts himself off there, and leans in to give Eponine that very kiss she'd been so patient in asking for, lips sealed to hers.]