Was that a skirt?

It felt like watching a horde of tiny bugs skittering around, seeing Arthur move about the messy space. Malachi almost could not stand to look at it, so perturbed was he by the clutter (that the doctor was only adding to), but at the same time… it was hard to look away.

How could anyone live like this? Not even Levi’s room, when Malachi had been lucky enough to sneak into it and see it, had been nearly as disorderly.

The knowledge that he was still somehow so… attracted to this man, made him feel all kinds of filthy. And what was that fucking skirt for! He wished he hadn’t seen it. Malachi turned his head and watched the wall as he continued to wait.

It was a surprise, in any case, that Arthur had been allowed to leave Ravenscar of his own accord. He didn't quite buy the notion that he would move for the sake of his family, but, well, what other reason would he have had to come here?

“Yes,” the priest answered easily, before tapping a hand against the wall.

“Are you almost finished?”