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

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"Speech!"

A different day, a different night, and Malachai might have been thrilled to listen to anything Grim had to say, but tonight his mind was already starting to drift into numbness. He was so tired. He was jostled slightly as Grimshaw rolled to face him but Malachai curled himself to bury his face in the other boy's chest. He could feel his limbs getting heavy but still Grim spoke. Malachai did not give an answer, just grunted, a low noise that was at least to him a sign of his annoyance but no doubt could have sounded like assent if that was what the listener wanted to hear. Malachai would never claim he was a particularly empathetic wolf, but under normal circumstances, he would have taken a bit more care for his friend.

Though he could not know it now, tonight would be the reason Malachai would learn how to be a little less selfish, but for now, the young man just wanted to rest.

every second i'm without you i'm a mess