Neal Caffrey || Log || September/October Catch-All

[conning]

Who: Neal and OTA/some for existing CR
When: September/October Catch-All (with one backdated August thing)
Where: ALL OVER ZE PLACE
Summary: SEPTEMBER/OCTOBER CATCH-ALL. Neal being bovvered by the sleep stuff and rescuing people/needing rescue, Evil Twin TDM prompts, sleepwalking after his murdered adoptive aunt, painting at Bonnie's, a couple of SOL prompts, DEATH BREAAAD both lead-up and hypersensitivity, some talk about mental health.
Warnings: HORROR STUFF.... Awful deaths, possibly drowning, murder of loved ones, gun violence, suicidal ideation, some ableism might crop up in the mental health threads. Toplevels will be labeled with likely subjects.

Prompts TBA below as they're finished! Feel free to PM me or message me at researchboner on plurk for specific prompts or with questions.

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[conning]

"I only looked because I wanted to clear the person he framed." Neal brushes off the idea of a relationship like it doesn't still sting to think about it. He rubs his thumb against Malcolm's temple. "I think I got off light, when it comes to my dad."

[abrightboy]

Malcolm's eyes flutter shut for a second under that light massage of his temple, then open to meet Neal's.

"That doesn't mean you have to be okay with how it went," Malcolm tells him. "That doesn't mean you weren't hurt by it."

[conning]

"Maybe," Neal allows quietly. He doesn't want to think about his dad. He doesn't want to think about how much it hurt, still hurts, everything that happened because his father was exactly the man Neal always hoped he wasn't. "But it doesn't matter now, anyway. He's not here either."

[abrightboy]

"Just you and me here?" Malcolm suggests. "The rate people have been disappearing, that might end up being literally true," he says with a faint frown. He looks up at Neal's face. "Don't leave me."

[conning]

Neal hugs him close. "I won't," he promises softly. "I won't."

[abrightboy]

Malcolm breathes in the scent of him, the warmth of him.

"I don't know what I'd do if I had to be alone here," he admits. "Maybe I'd run away, too. Like Jeff."

But Jeff wasn't alone there. Maybe he felt like he was anyway.