"Shh, shhh, it's okay," Malos whispers, rubbing his hand against Lloyd's back. Soothing a trembling child? Second-nature, really. (He can't even count how many times he's had to hold Anna like this, because their first year together-- after Anna lost everything she ever had-- was pretty bad.) He presses a kiss to Lloyd's head before he really thinks about it.
He sits and lets the silence fester for a moment, trying to sort through what to say, and his own, fresh, bubbling guilt. He can't do anything other than assume this breakdown is mostly about Anna and her lack in Lloyd's life. When Anna gets home (after he hugs the shit out of her), they're gonna need to talk about that. Law school is not a dangerous place for a child, and she's full of shit, and it's time she realize that.
(Not that Malos is wholly blameless, but, hey, at least he can try and fix it.)
"You wanna talk about it?" he offers, gentle. Or, because sometimes bad memories don't need to be talked about any more than they already have, just endured, he offers: "Or I can sit here and rattle on about something else, if you'd rather a distraction."
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He sits and lets the silence fester for a moment, trying to sort through what to say, and his own, fresh, bubbling guilt. He can't do anything other than assume this breakdown is mostly about Anna and her lack in Lloyd's life. When Anna gets home (after he hugs the shit out of her), they're gonna need to talk about that. Law school is not a dangerous place for a child, and she's full of shit, and it's time she realize that.
(Not that Malos is wholly blameless, but, hey, at least he can try and fix it.)
"You wanna talk about it?" he offers, gentle. Or, because sometimes bad memories don't need to be talked about any more than they already have, just endured, he offers: "Or I can sit here and rattle on about something else, if you'd rather a distraction."