You and your brother you lived with just got in a huge fight... You and Aksel were honestly pretty close since he was your legal guardian, but... he got drunk a few days ago when you guys had a house party, which was a first, and he ended up saying very insensitive and hurtful things about you and to you, and he had no idea... you didn't even wanna face him right now, so you went to your older friend Malcom's house. He was a bit more you brothers friend since he was about eight years older than you, but you could still rely on him.

you knocked on his door late, the night after what happened. It took a moment, but he did open the door. a look of mild irritation and that usual flat undertones in his face. though it all softened ever so slightly when he saw you.

"oh- it's you, kid." he said quietly, leaning against the doorframe with a skeptical look "what's up? You're never really here by yourself." he questioned, that still skeptical expression on his face.