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[goddamngrenades]

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PFL era, Post war, Pre Canon, AU, whichever
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[tactical_alert]

"Any other marathons I should be warned about?" he asks with a sly little grin, tilting his head a bit to look up at York. "Maybe we should spread them out over the year. I doubt kaiju stop to celebrate major holidays at the end of the year, if they even know what a year is."

[goddamngrenades]

"Lethal Weapon is for Easter." A beat. "No idea why, it just is. Speed is for the fall."

Movie marathons throughout the year, he can get behind that.

[tactical_alert]

"This is ridiculous." But his tone says in the best way possible. "Got along with your family, did you? To make movie marathons for the holidays a tradition of yours."

[goddamngrenades]

"Yeah, they still keep in touch when they can. I probably should write them sometime." It hasn't really been a priority.

[tactical_alert]

"You can tell them you found a new partner. Share the good news."

[goddamngrenades]

"Oh god mom will knit you a sweater. But she's shit at it so you're gonna have to pretend you love it, okay?"

[tactical_alert]

"I'm--I'm sorry, what? No, she doesn't have to do that. Tell her not to do that. I don't need any sweaters."

[goddamngrenades]

"Nope it's gonna happen." He scrubs at his eyes. "It's how she shows affection. Are you gonna tell my mother you're too good for her sweaters?"

[tactical_alert]

"Maybe! If I ever meet her! Which I won't. Why does she do this."

[goddamngrenades]

"Cuz it gets cold in the dome and she worries."

[tactical_alert]

"Your mother knows she's not, in fact, Mrs. Weasley, right?"

[goddamngrenades]

"Nope, she's Doctor Murray and she'll knit you something ot keep you warm if it kills her." He snorts a laugh, elbowing Malcolm. "Come on, what's the harm?"

[tactical_alert]

"It's a bit silly. And, I don't know...something about spontaneously getting gifts from your mother just seems like it's a little...familiar? Did you pick up knitting from her?"

[goddamngrenades]

"She's mad I'm better at it than she is." His sweaters turn out fantastic, even if they take forever to make. "You're my partner. That makes you family."

[tactical_alert]

"It makes me your partner. Though I suppose if I know every little thing about you, then I'd be something like family by default."

[goddamngrenades]

"Mhmm. DOn't fight it. Embrace it." He settles back against the pillows, watching the action unfold on screen.

[tactical_alert]

"Bit of a foreign concept, that. But I'll...try to keep an open mind. Literally and figuratively."

[goddamngrenades]

"Relax. We'll be okay. It's just a test."

[tactical_alert]

"This isn't, though. This is...us. This is us being us and watching movies in your bunk."

[goddamngrenades]

"Tomorrow, I mean." He shrugs and turns enough to nuzzle into Malcolm's hair. "We're good."

[tactical_alert]

"We'll have to sleep at some point, else go into it like zombies. Not the best first impression to make as a dynamic duo."

[goddamngrenades]

"Probably should eat something to. Tell you wat. You sign the waiver- s'on the tablet next to the bed, I'll get dinner."

[tactical_alert]

"Do you think I should talk to your doctor first, get the official medical opinion, or just say to hell with it because we're both apparently jumping into this cannonball style?"

[goddamngrenades]

"Canonball." He smirks. "Go big or go home."

[tactical_alert]

"Seems like this generation's motto. All right. I'll sign it, you get food. Lord, the students are going to be jealous when they find out..."