One loyal friend is worth ten thousand relatives

Malachai was doing his best to focus on himself a bit more, it was hard, Grim had been up and properly mobile for a while now but it was hard for Malachai to not worry. But Grimshaw was moving forwards and Malachai knew he needed to make sure he wasn't going to be left behind. That was a fear he'd never felt before but an anxiety had been nagging at the back of his mind since the night Grimshaw had returned from the Hallows, and it only got stronger as Grimshaw had recovered and continued to work his ass off for the Armada while Malachai had been struggling to adjust. He was terrified that he'd be left behind, that he wasn't worthy of Grimshaw, that his boyfriend had better options. This was the emotion that surged through him as he caught Grimshaw's call. That and pride. He was so proud of Grimshaw Malachai stopped what he was doing to make sure he showed up to support his boyfriend. He arrived while the fight was well underway and the man settled himself on his haunches silently, knowing well enough he didn't need to say anything for Grimshaw to know he was there to support him.

"Speech!"

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