Set during "Reese Comes Home"
"Malcolm, are you in love with Reese?"
Dewey stared at Malcolm, who was sitting directly across from him on the roof of the art show.
Malcolm had turned to avoid him.
"Dewey.." he laughed. "What kind of question is-"
"Just answer it. Are you or are you not in love with Reese?"
"How could I be in love with Reese? First off, he's my brother, and second, I STOLE his girlfriend, so-"
"So?"
He gulped, thinking very carefully about what he could say next. He could answer truthfully, admitting to not only Dewey but himself once and for all that, yes, he had disgusting, twisted feelings for Reese. And that's why he stole Reese's girlfriend, not for her but to get back at him for not wanting him. On the other hand, he could continue to live a lie and repress it, just like he had been doing for a long, long time.
But deep down, they both knew the truth. And Reese was never coming home, so he might as well just say it.
"...Yes, Dewey," he buried his face in his hands, massaging his face defeatedly and hoping this wouldn't be the point he would pathetically break down and cry. "I'm in love with Reese-"
"Malcolm."
"I'm so fucking helplessly, hopelessly, in love with Reese. I'm in LOVE with my own goddamn brother, and I can no longer hide it."
"Malcolm-"
"Is that want you wanted to hear, Dewey? Are you happy now, because-"
"MALCOLM."
Suddenly, Dewey had spun him around, and Malcolm was no longer gazing at the concrete roof.
He was face to face with Reese.
So this was an old one, actually, because I was kind of lazy and also I'm feeling really bad tonight? I think I should sleep or something.