See? This isn't so bad {closed}

[Edward Scott]

At six thirty Edward's taxi had arrived. What was wrong with him?! All this for a guy that was treating him like shit? A guy he had to blackmail and scam to even spend a pleasant hour with him. Malcolm hated him. Malcolm loathed company and Malcolm was being forced to do this because of Edward. Because Edward had in his right side pocket a very important card which could mean life and death for Malcolm if it fell into the wrong hands... well financial life and death rather.

Edward gave a heavy sigh and climbed from the taxi. He slammed the door and held out a fiver to the driver before he moved to pace up and down in front of the fountain, waiting for the seconds to trickle by. He was early so he could stress out about Malcolm deciding it wasn't worth it. All Malcolm really had to do was report his card missing and he'd be able to forget about it. Edward paused and winced at the idea, tapping the plastic card against his wrist lightly.

Guilt kicked in. The same guilt he'd felt when he'd tricked Basil into leading him home. That was a horrible kind of guilt. He was dressed in a pair of black dress pants and a simple white button up shirt. Drew had always said that white looked good on him, made him look fresh and innocent which was a good lie. Edward gulped and sat down on the bench he'd paced in front of for the last twenty minutes. This wasn't him. He didn't force people.

People wanted to be with him. Right? Ethan had wanted to be with him. Basil had been given the choice and Basil had wanted to be with him. Edward's eyes snapped shut when he hung his head. He'd just give the card back and walk away. Walk away from Malcolm. Even the thought made his head spin and his breathe hot and short in the back of his throat. This was insane. How could God had place a puppy eyed, drunken Meta in front of him and expect him not to not want to well... get him.

Edward groaned and eased back into the bench half glaring at the ground. Whatever, he could do this...

[Malcom Black]

All right, so maybe the kid knew somewhat what he was talking about. Malcom had gone home irritable and groggy, but his head hadn’t hut. And after he’d woken up from a long nap, he even felt better. His head was no longer pounding, his stomach no longer felt like crawling out from his mouth, and with his body feeling better, he could focus on reining in his temper.

He still wasn’t happy about the situation. He didn’t like being blackmailed and he especially didn’t like it from a pain in the butt boy who seemed so sex-obsessed that he was even willing to force a guy into a date that he didn’t want. There was something seriously wrong with that principle. He was just going to have to manage with it. And if this was going to be a show to get the kid to give back his card, then he was going to put on a good one, with all the stops out. So he showered, he shaved. He brushed his hair and he put on his nice clothes—a white button-down shirt, a nice black jacket, and a pair of black slacks. He’d been told he cleaned up good. As he preferred jeans and a t-shirt, he didn’t prove that often. But glancing in the mirror made him believe it. And just for good measure, he went to the drawer that held all of his…uh, tools—and fetched a couple, tucking them onto his belt. Now he felt prepared. For any eventuality. Then he got in his car and headed to the park. At exactly 6:50 he was there, hands in the pockets of his jacket, and dark eyes scanning the park. To his surprise, he did see the kid. And he was even more startled to see that he seemed to be upset.

Huh. Maybe he wouldn’t have to go through this after all. He tapped his foot against the ground, then inhaled, jerked down on his jacket lapels, then crossed over to the boy on the bench, coming to stand in front of him.

“Having second thoughts?” His voice was light, but his expression was stormy. “I wouldn’t complain. I could take the card and we could forget this ever happened.”

[Edward Scott]

Edward's eyes shot up when he saw the pair of clean shoes before him and his eyes slolwy lifted to Malcolm taking in a fine body dressed up to the tee for him? Edward quirked a brow at Malcolm and leaned back slowly then frowned slowly glancing down at his watch.
"You're early... Why are you early?"
Edward half whispered and lifted a sad pair of eyes at Malcolm before slowly getting to his feet. His eyes fixed on those puppy eyes.

The fire behind them that hadn't bothered Edward before, now made him twitch. Edward gave a soft sigh and held out the card. He couldn't do this. He couldn't do this because suddenly, since he'd had that fight with Drew one line in specific kept stopping him from being his usual self. That night Drew had said 'You don't see anyone but yourself and your own needs.' It had gone over in his head and over and over until he realized it was true. That was why he was all soft now wasn't it? Cause he was trying not be selfish.

"Take it... I'm not gonna force you. I wanted to get to know you. Go on Malcolm..."
Edward sat back down quickly still holding the card to Malcolm and dropping his head.
"You look hot by the way..."
Edward muttered and closed his eyes so he didn't have to see Malciolm walk away from him. He'd be tempted to stop him and retract his own offer. He knew he had a rough couple of days ahead of him if Malcolm did walk away now.

[Malcom Black]

Why was he early? Now wasn’t that a good question. “To get it over with,” was the first thing that came to his lips. To get his card back, maybe. But there might have been a more subconscious reason. Even though he’d had more luck in the, uh, action department lately, he didn’t have a lot of close friends and he’d lost someone he cared about. So perhaps there was a bit of loneliness there too. But he figured he didn’t need to explain himself to him. But those sad eyes that Edward was giving him made something twist in his chest. He looked away just made a dismissive hand gesture.

Well, until Edward spoke again. Then his eyes snapped back. They lowered to the card, and deliberately, he took it and slipped it into the wallet. He was glad that the kid was looking down, because at his comment, he was blushing.

Damn it. No, he could be calm about this and not act like he was five. He regarded Edward for a time, tapping his foot. Then he shrugged and slipped his wallet into his back pocket.

“So the scarecrow has a brain. Or maybe it’s the tin man has a heart. I haven’t decided yet.” He tilted his head to the side, hesitated again. Logically, he would walk away. This kid was a blackmailer and had Trouble written all over, not to mention being ten years younger than him and with a pompous attitude to boot. He was the same age as his younger brother. But seeing him like this…all vulnerable…

Besides. It had been a long time since anyone had thought Malcom interesting enough to call “hot” or to even be interested in dating him. And God, it would be nice just to have some company for a while. Even if Malcom’s mind still stalled—as it did just about any time something romantic came up—at what else might happen.

“I’m sorry for offending you,” he said at last. “I didn’t mean anything I said like that. And look, you seem like a…uh…” He rubbed a hand through his hair. “Weird but generally…good guy. Those miracle pills of yours worked wonders. So why don’t we….just see how this goes? Without any yelling.” He offered his arm. “And as you are the poor, uh, college student, I’ll even buy, hey? As an apology.”

[Edward Scott]

Edward half smiled at the comment about the wizard of Oz. Yeah the scarecrow had a brain but the tinman in front of him... there was no heart, Edward was certain of that. Edward kept his comments back about it. It was better not to leave this off on a bad note. He liked Malcolm and Malcolm didn't like him, the end. No more fighting at least. That would be the good thing coming out of all this eventually. Edward gave Malcolm a shrug at the comment. He didn't care anymore. Whatever he was labled as in Malcolm's eyes, so be it. At least the man had been early.

At least the man had dressed up for him and he looked more amazing then Edward had ever imagined he could look. That was why Edward thought it better to keep his eyes on the ground instead of looking up to look Malcolm in the eye. He would melt and whine and throw a little tantrum if he had to look at Malcolm and have Malcolm walk away from him. Malcolm already thought of him as a mere child, he didn't want to make it worse. Malcolm had his card and Edward had expected him to make a hasty retreat but instead the male hovered.

Then came the apology. Edward's mouth dropped open in surprised and he slowly started lifting his eyes so he could look up into Malcolm's eyes. He was actually apologizing?! Edward looked offended when he mentioned about the offending him part. He never got offended... Not by someone like Malcolm anyway. Malcolm and Drew... Edward gulped down when the tables suddenly turned in his favour and Malcolm suggested they try. They had after all, gotten all dressed up for each other, it seemed, even if Malcolm would deny anything of the sort if Edward were to mention it.

Edward stared in disbelieve at TDH for a long long time before slowly getting to his feet and sliding his hand along Malcolm's arm.
"Ooo... do you work out?"
Edward teased smirking at the older man.
"I look after people I like even if they don't often return the favour. Guess I got lucky this time."
Edward half whispered, eyes shining with delight at the turn of events.

"I'm sorry I black mailed you. I should have gone about it better. "
Edward offered his own apology taking his time to memorize details of the face before him.
"You even shaved for me..."
Edward notice with a note of surprise to his warmed voice.
"Where to, handsome?"
Edward didn't take his eyes off Malcolm, frightened that Malcolm would back away at any moment and freak out about it.

He knew he was coming on strong but he didn't wanna loose this moment... He wanted it to last as long as it possibly would. Malcolm was just Sexy...Weird... wasn't it?

[Malcom Black]

Jesus, did this kid have a switch between off and on? He looked up at him with those wide shimmering eyes when Malcom apologize, which made the man shuffle a bit. He’d faced down terrorists, car bombs, bullet wounds and machine guns, but he couldn’t handle one blasted kid who pouted. That was terrifying to him. He was halfway to saying “forget it,” and fleeing when Edward got to his feet and slid his hand up his arm. Malcom went very stiff and it took all of his training and all of his controls of his reflexes to keep himself very, very still. It was hard. Part of him wanted to leap away and call a halt to the whole thing. And the way his heart pounded in his chest wasn’t helping.

It hadn’t been that long. There’d been Yulia fairly recently. But he’d never, ever ever experienced this with a man. Or a boy. He was still having some issues with the age gap. He swallowed down the lump in his throat and managed to even speak in a normal voice.

“Oh, no. I just look that way naturally.” He rolled his eyes. “’Course I work out. You don’t get to look this way all on your own, trust me.” Unless you went to boot camp. But that wasn’t an easy process. It sure worked, but it didn’t happen overnight, that was for sure.

“Now look. Don’t get all sappy and stuff.” He wagged a finger in Edward’s face, mostly teasing. “It’s not that big of a deal, all right? Just a—uh—dinner.” This wasn’t Edward’s fault. Malcom had issues saying “dates.” That implied commitment and Malcom was beyond gun-shy when it came to the c-word. “And look, it wasn’t the smartest thing, but you don’t have to keep apologizing. We’re good, okay? Just be glad it was me. Had it been another security guy you probably would be on trial.”

And then he was being stared at again. And being commented on his personal hygiene. Reflexively, he rubbed his chin, then wondered what he was doing and yanked his hand down.

“I don’t know what’s around here much.” He glanced around. “Other than some bars, I guess.” And poker games, but he didn’t need to know that. And although part of Malcom still stuttered at the idea of them being on a romantic date, they were too nicely dressed up for pizza.

“How about that Italian restaurant down the street?” he said at last. “That place ain’t bad. And it’s got some nice wines.”

[Edward Scott]

Edward found himself more then slightly hurt when Malcolm's whole body tensed up merely at his touch. He'd not meant to make poor Malcolm frightened of him and he didn't understand why Malcolm was frightened of his touch but then... Malcolm did not like him and it became slightly more apparent to Malcolm....then it hit him. Malcolm was doing this because he felt sorry for the poor lonely Uni boy who'd went to such extremes as to steal the security guard's credit card. Anger flaired rapidly within Edward. Malcolm wasn't interested in him.

Another thing that Edward thought it might be was that Malcolm was straight. Edward let out a sigh, the happy bubble that had formed around him when Malcolm agreed to go on this date with him, popping so aburptly that Edward almost gasped for breath. He couldn't believe that this was a sympathy date. This wasn't a date with mutual intrest in one another. Edward glanced to the found before him, almost wanting to shove Malcolm in it to make the older man realize that this was even more cruel then if Malcolm had just said NO.

Edward smirked when Malcolm played along for a bit, a twinge of sarcasm in his words for like half a second before Malcolm started being a hard ass again and rolling his eyes. With Malcolm, Edward became aware, that it was to be expected to have a hard ass like this and that he should just accept it and deal though it was awfully strange to have someone with such puppy eyes be so stand offish. Edward wasn't at all comfortable with it but for Malcolm... he didn't care. He just wanted to be around Malcolm. That was basically all that mattered to him.

Edward half smiled at the finger in his face and sighed at the words that followed. He held back speaking. Held in his frustrations with the situation untill he couldn't no longer and he had to speak out. These mixed signals were insane. First Edward was on top of the world with Malcolm at his side and the next his bubble shattered because he doubted Malcolm even cared. So... Basil was like this at first... all confused, stuttering but then Edward had waited patiently and Edward had gotten rewarded. But Basil had not made him feel like he was doing Edward a favour.

Edward frowned at the words 'don't go sappy on me.'
"It's a DATE Malcolm. We're on a DATE... are you awkward because you're scared of something new happening with me or awkward because your homophobia's kicking in?"
Edward had struggled to bit his tongue that much longer. Maybe Malcolm didn't get it? Maybe Malcolm thought that he was really a kid and he didn't have the brain capacity to realize that Malcolm was just doing it to keep from hurting him.

"There is nothing stopping you now. This should be your choice."
Edward fell into step in front of Malcolm blocking his way and locking Malcolm's eyes onto his.
"I'm a man. I like you. I'm not gay. I like woman as well. You don't have to turn homo to enjoy me and I'm not gonna tie you down. You tensed up earlier... Is that because you don't want me touching you or because it feels strange when I do? Just answer the question so I know what to do from here on in...please."

Edward searched Dark and handsome's face for a long time looking for clues as to where to go with this and how to go about it.

[Malcom Black]

Where did this kid get off? Malcom’s eyes widened at the accusation, and he stiffened. “Now look here, kid, that’s going a bit far.” What was with this guy? Did he just expect Malcom to be bowled over by the way he stared up at him, touched his arm, flattered him? And did he really think that because Malcom seemed a little gun-shy of touching on the first date meant that he was homophobic? Hell no. That wouldn’t stand.

He jerked away and withdrew altogether. “I am not homophobic, all right? And for another thing, how dare you—I’m not homophobic. And I know it’s a…” Oh, good. Here came the hard word. But he bit it out anyways, “Date. There, you happy? One of my sisters is married to a woman. One of my brothers is constantly bringing men in and out of the house. And I love them just like the rest and I couldn’t give a damn. I know this would be a goddamned date. I know exactly what all of it entails and even though I don’t know what the hell you want from me, I’m here anyways. And I’m damned stupid for—”

And then he stopped, because Edward was standing in front of him. His arms crossed over his chest and he stared at him.

“Not going to tie me down? Is that it? So you’ll blackmail me into it but you won’t tie me down. Good to know. I know what I am, kid, and I ain’t just straight. But I’ll give you a hint as to what the problem is. My last serious relationship was ten years ago. The last one period was two. And for the record? Never with a guy. But—”

He stopped. Why was he doing this? What was the purpose? He knew how it was going to turn out. Likely this kid—and he WAS a kid, in spite of his comments to the contrary—was going to get offended. And then he was going to blurt out his whole sorry story and go home miserable, jumpy, and paranoid, and nothing good would come of it at all. No. He had to keep his head above water and end this now, before it got any worse.

“You don’t have to play my guide,” he told him instead in a low voice. He seemed somewhat calmer now, but his hands kept rubbing together in an almost nervous twitch. Realizing what he was doing, he stopped. “Because this is pointless. I don’t know what I’m doing here or why I bothered staying. But give me a call when you learn there’s a speed between zero and sixty, eh?” And he spun on his heel to go in the exact opposite direction. Puppy eyes, yes. But being the dumb one in a litter of ten and a member of the infantry tended to give you a spine of steel to back it up.

[Edward Scott]

Malcolm seemed to have stiffened up once again much to Edward's surprise and Edward tilted his head ready to listen to the objections. He would keep himself calm this time. Allow Malcolm to loose his temper. After all, being a big tough guy like Malcolm and being called a coward ... twince, was probably not easy for the elder man to take really. Edward tried to fight the smile at the first few words that came from Malcolm's lips but then the KID word came out and Edward gave a soft grow half glaring at Malcolm but there was no use denying it.

If Malcolm wanted to call him a kid then Edward would call him an old man. Tit for tat. Edward flinched when Malcolm abruptly pulled away from him and sighed softly lowering his eyes. Malcolm was a runner, much like Edward and was acting more like a frightened fawn right then rather than a strong strapping lad. All Edward had really wanted to know was whether this was a guilt date or an experience that Malcolm really wanted. Malcolm nearly screamed out that he was not Homophobic. He was grateful to hear that.

It would make this far easier if Malcolm was not homophobic and then suddenly Malcolm started spilling about his family. About how both of his siblings were happily homosexual. About how he wasn't homophobic but instead... uncertain. Scared of saying it. Scared of dating. It could have been anyone. The word 'date' was the problem it seemed. Not anything else. Just the word 'date'. Edward actually started smiling again. He was nervous. Malcolm, the man of steel, was nervous. Edward actually felt relieved.

He was nervous too. Edward gave a soft laugh which ended quickly when Malcolm continued. Telling him that he wasn't straight. That he wasn't confused and that he'd never really done anything with a guy. Edward bit into his bottom lip. So this was unusual for him them? Edward's face showed sympathy. Understanding. The way Malcolm was rubbing his hands so nervously was absolutely endearing and Edward watched those hands rub when Malcolm found another way of backing out of this awkward situation.

Fear? That was a reason to stop this for Malcolm? Fear? Edward watched as Malcolm turned around and headed off after inadvertedly telling him that he needed to take it slow. Edward reached out and grabbed Malcolm's hand yanking him to a stop before stepping up behind him.
"Wow... didn't know it would disappoint you that much if I mentioned Not Tying you down. I will if you want me to. Didn't know you were into that sort of kink, Old man but right now... Let's go to the Italian with the red wine..."

Edward smiled softly and tugged lightly hopefully getting Malcolm to comply.
"Malcolm. Slow and Steady. I get it. "
Edward moved his hands to Malcolm's shoulder then squeezed comfortingly before attempting to turn Malcolm the other way.
"It's okay. You can relax now. I just thought you were doing this out of sympathy and I just wanted you do know that sympathy is the very last thing I need from my date. "

Mainly because he did this better then he drew blood and he was GOOD at drawing blood.

[Malcom Black]

The kid wasn’t even reacting. Or he was. Just not in the way he’d expected. Malcom had expected him to yell back, and to get frustrated, and to storm off. That’s what he would have done. Mind, had they both started yelling, Malcom probably would have eased up. That was a normal reaction. He could handle normalcy. He could handle someone else being mad. He was really good at coaxing them into a better mood. But the way Edward cast his eyes down, then smiled, then looked so sympathetic and understanding…Malcom wasn’t sure he could take it. What did the kid want from him? He felt hunted. And that was a very new sensation for him.

He was already several stops away when Edward caught his hand and stopped him. He could have reacted badly. But he knew better than that and tried to control himself, not flinching, not fighting. Otherwise he could really hurt the boy. And although he was frustrated and confused and inclined to flee, he didn’t want to do that. So he didn’t respond to the touch and let himself be pulled to a stop. He flushed at the “kink” comment and looked away, still not saying a word. He even ignored being called an old man. Well, right now, he didn’t feel like it. He felt very unsure of himself and still angry with the whole situation. He let himself be tugged and turned around, only a slight twitch indicating how he’d almost knocked the other man away. But mind triumphed instinct, and he stared at Edward hard, as if trying to figure out what he wanted.

“Then why couldn’t you have just said so?” he grumbled. “I don’t have much sympathy for people who try to blackmail me into things. And you’re not that cute, trust me.”

Still feeling a little prickly? Yes, he was. He didn’t like being goaded and he still didn’t get why he was doing these things. But slowly, he nodded.

“All right. It’s…that way, I think.” He glanced around, then shrugged and headed in that direction, jamming his hands in his pockets. No, this wasn’t a pity date. But he still felt unnerved enough to not want to touch the boy yet. His hands were still shaking.

[Edward Scott]

Edward had to frown when he was told he wasn't that cute.
"Really? You think I'm cute. Well of course not cute enough to deserve your sympathy but cute right? That's good enough for me."
Drew had always hated it when Edward did that. Turned everything into a joke rather then being serious about something. He'd always got lip for it from Drew. Right now he expected no different from Malcom. Edward gave a soft sigh, trying to put on his serious skin to answer Malcom's question.

"Well asking you straight up would have shown too much lameness. I didn't... couldn't do it. I wanna be manly in front of you. Guess it's not working out too well right?"
Edward gave half a smile when Edward finally caught up with Malcom. Man, the male was good at running away. This would prove to be a long and painful experience and he wasn't much fond of long and painful experiences, especially when they are supposed to be dates. He didn't like the idea of Malcom being like this for a long time.

Maybe... Malcom would get better at the whole thing. Just give it time, Edward told himself, shoving his own hands in his pockets as he walked through the park toward where Malcom was pointing.
"So, you don't consider me that cute. Who do you consider as cute then?"
Casual conversation always helped right? Casual conversation would work with them. Or so he prayed. He was trying really hard to get rid of the awkwardness in his date's tense body cause he was pretty sure it would not be that easy.

[Malcom Black]

Malcom, however, seemed to enjoy it. Mostly as the statement had been meant as a kind of a joke. Dark humored, sure, but Malcom didn’t have any other kind. He’d spent far too long with way too many siblings—being picked on by the older ones and harassed by the younger ones to provide all the services his mother didn’t have time for. It gave you an odd perspective on life, that was for sure. So instead of chewing him out for it, his lips twitched into a faint smile.

“You’re a funny one,” he said. “I don’t get you at all.” But he stopped calling him ‘kid’—if it bothered him that much, then why not spare him some of that annoyance? And he also slowed down his pace so Edward could keep up with him. “Look, you don’t have to be anything in front of me, all right? Just…be yourself.” And then he chuckled. “Without the tendency to steal credit cards. That I’ll pass on.”

The casual conversation did help. He felt the tension easing up in his shoulders and forced himself to breathe in and out, like a normal person did. “I didn’t say I didn’t consider you cute,” he corrected. “Just not enough for a pity date. But cute…” he trailed off, eyed him, then cleared his throat. “This is a date, right? I’m not supposed to talk about anything like that.” And even though it had started out badly, he tried never to do things by halves. “So I’ll be good. You said you were a med student, right? Just general practitioner or something more specific?”

[Edward Scott]

Edward smirked when he didn't get lip for his teasing. Things, for once, seemed to be going smoothly. Maybe this was Malcom's turn around. Maybe the truth was better then lies. Maybe he needed to pay more attention to the finer things in life and the little bits and pieces that he wasn't paying attention to with Malcom. Be a little more careful and watch the body language. It would make things easier on himself and on Malcom. Malcom told him to be himself more but Edward gave him a doubtful look slowly shaking his head at the elder man.

"Nah, I'll pretty much refrain from being myself. Myself is touchy feely and romantic. I'll have you running for the hills before I can talk you out of tying your jogging laces. "
Edward gave a smirk to make sure Malcom realized he was teasing again but his face soon twisted in surprise when he noticed Malcom soften and open a bit more. The complement was a surprise and so was the admittance from Malcom that this was in fact a date. They exited the park and started down the street toward the Italian restaurant.

Malcom made easy conversation as they headed down the street asking about the nursing bit and Edward raised an eyebrow at him. He bit his tongue to not say anything about it then decided to go into his choosen career path that he wanted to practice.
"I was thinking General but Oncology sounds like a good path. Though I have a personal project on the go at the moment. Meta humans fascinate me. the genetics of it all. I'm writing a book on that right now. If you're up for that chat at some point I'd be hanging on your every word..."
Edward nudged the conversation a little into the topic that really fascinated him though he was trying hard to not seem like a weirdo or something.

"What about you? What do you do at that preppy school?"
He'd heard, like most non-meta's, that the school was simply for rich snobby kids who wanted a private education.

[Malcom Black]

Really? That was himself? Because that had screamed ‘creeper’ to Malcom. Maybe he’d just been out of the scene for too long. Or maybe he’d never known how to normally date anyways. That, he reflected, was very possible. But he couldn’t handle the sudden swings. Malcom could trust implicitly and did when the situation got nasty and he needed allies, but the problem was that the situation had started out nasty, and Edward had riled up every defensive instinct in Malcom’s body. And NOW he was trying to act somewhat normal when he wasn’t even sure he knew what normal was. But he’d asked the kid to be himself, and damn it, he was going to stick to that. If he was going to do this—and somehow or another, it seemed like he was—then he wanted to know what Edward really like. He was about to protest that he didn’t run, then pondered his words and realized that was a lie. A rather outright one. Well, time to try a different phrasing.

“Well,” he said, slowly. “I’m not going to say I’m not a little jumpy. ‘Cause I am. But if you pretend you’re something you’re not, then what would be the point of me being here?” He shrugged. “If you have the patience, take it slow. If not…whatever. Do what you want, I guess, and we’ll see what happens.”

And when had he mentioned to him that he was a meta? Probably never. Malcom wasn’t shy about what he could do—he’d probably shown it off sometime when he was angry and his head was still ringing. “Sure, I guess you can ask what questions you want.” He sounded puzzled. Wasn’t the questions he usually got. “I warn you, though. I’m not the educated type. Didn’t go to college or any of that—hell, I work as a security guard.” He laughed. “That’s my job. Stop kids from breaking curfew. But a job’s a job.” He looked down at him curiously. “What did you want to know?”

[Edward Scott]

Edward as asked for patience and to take it slow but he was told to be himself. So he got the permission to be romantic, spontaneous and live for the moment. Edward was allowed to pick the moments for the perfect actions. Edward was given the permission he desired so desperately to play the part of the perfect gentleman and seduce puppy eyes and that was what Malcom was here for, if Edward understood it correctly. Edward gave a shrugged laugh as they crossed the road toward the Italian restaurant.

”Malcom, We’re not planning our relationship here. Just relax, lay back and let me do my thing cause like I mentioned before, I’m sure, I’m really good at doing my thing. ”
Edward shot the older man a charming smile before starting forward and opening the door for Malcom.
”After you.”
Edward said politely. He’d hold back as best he could with all his meta questions until they were seated with a glass of wine in hand each.

Edward had so much to ask though, he’d try not to turn Malcom into his guinea pig for his book cause that would be mixing business with pleasure. Just a few things about the telekinetic ability he’d shown earlier when they were in Edward’s dorm room. Edward hadn’t been sure but Malcom hadn’t denied it exactly so that showed as confirmation that he was in the presence of a real meta. Thank God for he was getting disappointed with the fact that the only meta he knew was Braxton.

He knew Metas had to keep under wraps what they could do because they feared chasing people around them, away, but honestly, this book he was writing would bring forth some form of understanding right? Just like fear bred hatred so, understanding must be able to breed trust right? Edward could merely hope for the best. Edward smiled and shook his head.
”That’s not gonna turn me off you. You could be a street cleaner and I’d still wanna get to know you, Malcom.”
Edward said softly when Malcom was close enough for him to hear the tender whisper.

”So, Hammel, School for rich snobs? How do you keep yourself from strangling the brats?”
He asked teasingly smirking at Malcom. He’d heard of the private school and its guise. What he hadn’t heard was that it was a school for metas.
”You get to live on campus or do you have your own place?”
It was more out of curiosity than anything else that made Edward ask that very question in the first place.