Yo I'm really tired and I'm going to spend the next couple of hours working on something so! This will be short. And very angsty. Blame Zero Day!
"Dear god," Malcolm spits out, disgusted, waving Reese's private journal in the air. "are you in love with me or something?"
Reese hesitates, his fingers on the door frame frozen. He had always tried to hide his private diary in the safest places, though, because he was himself, he guessed it just wasn't good enough. Malcolm had found out, and Malcolm had read ALL of it. On one hand, there was being obvious and telling Malcolm the truth, that, yes, he had been in love with Malcolm for a very, very, long time, and he loved everything about him. Every little minute detail that made Malcolm... Malcolm. The easiest thing to do, of course, was to deny it, but Malcolm wasn't an idiot, he was going to find out eventually. He already HAD found out.
And Reese says yes.