Date: 6 August 2001
Characters: Malcolm, Theodore
Summary: Mal is still a bit concerned he's muddled things up.
Completion: Complete
If Malcolm had learned one thing from this almost two weeks he'd spent hiding from Theo, it was that avoiding a problem did not. Solve. Anything. He hadn't been so much hiding, really, as pretending he'd lost the ability to speak, but this had succeeded only in making him more worried that Theo was disappointed in him. Theo wasn't acting disappointed. He wasn't actually acting at all different from how he usually behaved, but this was by no means reason to think there was nothing wrong. Mal was simply too practiced in blaming himself for everything to think he'd gotten off for his actions at the party so easily.
So it was after two weeks of rather tortured solitude, interrupted only once by his unexpected but pleasant flight with Terrence, that Mal finally ventured out in search of Theo to face his fears. He managed to locate Cheebly after a bit of disoriented wandering, who was happy not only to tell him where to find Theo, but personally escort him up to the rooftop gardens where he was working.
"Hey," Mal said awkwardly, eyes following Cheebly as he headed back toward the staircase. He was having a hard time forcing himself to look directly at Theo, instead watching his feet as he scuffed them in a very childlike manner against the ground.
"Do you have time to talk?" he wondered.