A/N: A bit of a continuation from the end of the last chapter.

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The kiss has surprised Duncan greatly, but he wouldn't say he didn't like it. Being kissed by another guy felt different than when he'd kissed Courtney or Gwen. It felt good, if he was being honest. Mal clearly knew what he was doing, although Duncan was curious who the other guy Mal had been with was.

He asked him that again a few days later, in the common area. "I told you, that's none of your business." Mal sounded angry, but kept it subtle.

"Mal, I told you whom I've dated. I think it's time you return the favor."

"You do realize I can end you, right? I own this place."

"I can tell everyone about us."

"It's hardly a secret."

"Then why are you keeping it?"

"I could drop you as quickly as I picked you up. You're nothing around here without me." Every word Mal said bit into him on the inside. He'd said them all in a previous conversation, and they was when Noah had broken up with him.

"You're not answering my first question."

Mal looked at the ground. "I'd rather not say his name where the rest of the peons in here can eavesdrop. And anyway, what does it matter. He left me out to dry. He means nothing to me anymore." The tone of his voice said that wasn't true.

"Fine. Later."

Not an hour after, Mal bitterly revealed the identity of his ex, back in their cell.

Duncan gaped. "When did you two hook up?" he asked.

"The beginning of the summer." Mal's voice was not emotional at all.

"How long?"

"Till the first day of school. Right before."

"Wow. That must've sucked."

Mal said nothing after that. His face went from emotionless to painted with a combination of heartbreak, anger, and sadness.

"You okay? By the look on your face, you didn't take it too well. Didn't you break up with him?"

"What do you think?" Mal's voice was now shaky and full of anger.

Oh. That must've been a hard breakup if you're not over it."

"Of course it was. It broke me."

"What? No, that's not possible. You're always so confident all the time. Not to mention scary..."

"I was in love, Duncan. I hadn't felt that for anyone else before." He took a deep breath. "I don't show emotion, I'm not vulnerable. He changed that. He changed everything for me, and I thought we had something...but obviously he was in it for the thrill. He dropped me to save his reputation." He looked at the floor of the cell.

Duncan said nothing. He had no words.

"If you tell anyone in here about this, you're dead, understood?" Mal was serious.

Duncan nodded.

"Good. You're the second person to hear all that from me."

"Who was the first?" Duncan didn't think more prodding would help much, but it was worth asking.

"Mike."

"And he is..."

"My younger brother."

"Huh. What's he like?"

"Too nice, annoyingly helpful, soft, boring..."

"So the opposite of you?"

"Yeah, pretty much."

"And you're related how?"

Mal rolled his eyes. "What does that matter? He's my brother. Our personalities are opposites, but that doesn't change anything." Pause. "And by the way, he's visited me before. You didn't see him."

"Can I?"

"Maybe."

He never did. Mike never knew about Duncan while Mal was in juvie. Mal kept it from him.

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