As requested, a part 2 :))
Malcolm didn't say anything for a while after that. Neither did Reese. What WAS there to say, anything? "Yes" pretty much summed everything up.
The two refused to look at each other, just standing next to each other in dead silence for a while until Malcolm cleared his throat.
"That's..."
"That's what," Reese said. "Sick? Freakish? Disgusting?"
Malcolm was quiet again.
"Because I know. Believe me, I know," he continued.
"Hey, I didn't say that."
"Well, you sure as hell implied it."
"...It IS wrong..." Malcolm reiterated, avoiding Reese's glare. "It's wrong. Wrong. Wrong."
His voice seemed distant, as if he just repeating things to remind himself otherwise. What Reese felt for him was disgusting. The kind of things that led to abuse and rape and fucked-up kids who didn't live past childbirth. And yet, even more disgustingly, Malcolm found himself quite the opposite of repulsed by Reese's honesty.
"I get it," Reese said.
"You don't."
"No, like, you're in shock," he shrugged. "I get it. I was in shock, too, when I. um-"
"Yeah."
"-But I guess it's worse when you aren't the one with feelings, right?"
Malcolm nodded blankly, and though Reese was supposed to be the dumb one, he had a feeling that Malcolm was no longer listening. Instead, Malcolm was on a-whole-nother dimension, in which families were normal and didn't have issues like a violent older brother having creepy fantasies about getting with you.
Reese figured there was really nothing he could do to resolve this, and tried leaving, but Malcolm caught him by the wrist.
"Stay," he said.
"Are you serious?"
"Just stay. I have a theory I'd like to test out."
Lowering his gaze, Malcolm leaned in closer to Reese's face, and both of their eyes fluttered shut.
It ended as slowly as it began.
I am extremely lazy