every waking minute I'm tormented by my fucked up brain

With his birthday having passed, Grimshaw wondered how his siblings were doing down in the Hallows lately. He knew that Artorias had recently become Aegis, and even more recently Briar had moved down there to be his Queen. If it was his birthday recently, theirs were right around the corner if not already and so he wondered what it would be like to visit them.. maybe catch up a little. Artorias had welcomed him to visit anytime, and Grimshaw was now interested in taking that offer. Having been in the Armada for some time, Sirius was willing to let him take the trip home for a short time with the promise of returning to his duties as soon as he could. There was only one problem, however, and that he hoped to solve shortly.

Without the aid of the boy next door, which he wasn't sure if Sirius knew about or not yet, Grimshaw wasn't sure how the nights would go for him. It would be a long time with no sleep if he couldn't talk Malachai into coming with him. After speaking with Sirius and getting the approval, Grimshaw hurried to Malachai's den for the night. He wanted to spend the night here anyway, eager to get a restful night of sleep for his journey in the morning. His heart hammered as he approached the den, excited and nervous to ask him to come. What if he said no? He knew that he had duties of his own around Ashen and would respect him for staying if that were the case, but he so desperately wanted him to come along and not only for the restless nights he was sure to suffer through without him, but also because he just wanted to be around him.

Poking his head through the entry of the den, he quickly followed with the rest of his body and realized that Malachai's scent was stale. As his silver eyes adjusted to the light he took a few memorized steps to the bed and relaxed, waiting for the man to finish with whatever had him busy and away from his den.

"Speech."