Mal-Simon, post-Mal-Gabe.

[badinlatin]

It's been an eventful week or so, thought-wise, for Mal. Lot of things to ponder over, not the least the topics on his list being his conversation with one Gabriel Tam.

This may be why he is heading down the stairs to the lounge and infirmary area, hoping to catch sight of Simon.

Comments

[simon_doctor]

"He's very determined."

Simon glances away.

"And he's not doing this lightly. It's going to cost him a great deal. Even if he wins."

[badinlatin]

"Imagine that's so."

When you love somethin'

Scratching one finger at his temple, "Just thought you should know that things flew smooth last time we had a palaver is all."

[simon_doctor]

"Thank you. That's ... good to know."

And it is, surprisingly good; to hear that the two halves of his life may actually be able to meet without grating at each other like two edges of a poorly-set broken bone.

[badinlatin]

Or like opposing political sides, perhaps.

"He still drinks piss-poor whiskey," Mal gruffs, feeling like he somehow has lost footing somewhere.

[simon_doctor]

"...No, I imagine that hasn't changed."

[badinlatin]

Footing Regained.

"Ng Ka Pe is better anyhow."