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Sometimes, if everyone else was busy and off doing god-knows-what, Malcolm and Reese would watch TV together.
Granted, they always watched TV together, even if everyone else was around, but, in their opinion, there was a big difference between watching TV together and 'watching TV together', the second of which was only reserved for times when they were alone. Because when they were alone, they would lean on each other far more than brothers were supposed to, and Reese would wrap his arm around Malcolm's shoulders, and they would sit that way for a couple of hours.
Today was one of those days. Reese rubbed circles on Malcolm's shoulder, and because of it, Malcolm felt more content than he ever had in his life.
"This is nice," he said, making Reese nod.
"It is."
"Wish all the time was like this."
"No more mom or dad..."
"Or Dewey."
Reese shrugged with his free hand and squeezed Malcolm with the other. "Well, I mean, it was like that all the time when I got the apartment. Just saying."
"Are you saying we should move out together? Two brothers living by themselves as adults? Everyone's gonna think we're fucking."
"But we are."