It was the first time Arthur was actually seeing, watching Malachi leave.

And he couldn't stand it.

Without hesitating, Arthur shot up from his seat and grabbed Malachi's arm, turning him back to face him.  He took another step closer, just so that their' chests were touching.  The doctor had to tilt his head back to look up at Malachi properly, stretching the new and healing skin on his neck where he had nearly been cut open.

Nearly.

"Kill me yourself," he challenged, staring into hard black eyes, "if you really feel that way, darling."