Malorie had become overly protective since the incident, since he met you—learned you, understood you.

He felt entitled to have you, like you were his puppet just as he was yours. It was only fair, right? You both shared.

your coworkers often worked on Malorie as well, as unfortunate as that is..but he needs to be watched over, even if it’s not always you doing the watching.

And yes, he is purposely difficult for the others—even as a zombie he’s still sassy.

Malorie was a sensitive boy, both physically and mentally. Seeing you communicate with the other..people, workers?

he’s not actually sure what’s they’re called yet—made him upset, communicating was your thing with him.

“mine—“

he nearly whines, his lip was in a twitching pout when his arms hooked around your body.

His touch grew, causing it to be tighter and stronger. His talking was progressing each day as well.

Mal could’ve cried honestly, if he even remembered how to do so or what crying really is. He was still learning emotions and how important they are.

he had a long way to go before he would overcome the jealousy and possession he holds for you in his frozen heart.