Yo, seen your brother around?

"Speech"

Malachai was doing absolutely fucking peachy, which was to say he was having a terrible time, and it showed. The Klein brute was prickly at the best of times, but now he was outright glaring at anyone who crossed his path. He wasn't sure yet who he was angrier at, himself or Grim, he was still in the middle of trying to make it all make sense, it was something he'd done right? Like the last time...

And the last time Grim had gone to Auster and hooked up with- Well, Malachai didn't like the man on principle but at this point we was just clinging onto whatever hope was left.

So Malachai had told someone that he'd be gone for the next, however long it took, he was going to look for his boyfriend. Ultimately since he was also an important rank in Armada it was probably accepted on the grounds of finding Grim for those reasons but Malachai did not care.

The trip had been long, the scar on his leg had started to itch, feeling tight in a way that was sadly becoming familiar, since the accident on the mountain, once Grim had woken up was when it had started. Once upon a time Malachai had worn the scar with pride, the sign of his true feelings and devotion for his boyfriend... Now it just annoyed him, flairing up uncomfortably whenever he had to move.

Still a mixture of determination, hope and some amount of anger pushed Malachai onwards and he arrived at The Hallows sooner than he'd expected... Which was a problem because to be honest he hadn't yet really thought of what he was going to say to the blue man he loathed...

He'd never been the cerebral type anyways, might as well wing it. He tipped his head back and unleashed an almost primal call for the blue alpha.