“It… is easier when I have a script,” or, in other words, a bible full of verses and years of training spent studying and discussing them extensively. Malachi knew how to command, and recite, and preach the gospel. Talking about feelings? Having a casual chat? Clearing up misunderstandings? Not so much. He could admit that, if reluctantly.

His shoulders tensed when Tully’s hand made contact, but he forced himself to relax. It wouldn’t exactly reflect well on anything he’d said if he pushed the man away and refused to speak with him, even if a part of him felt like doing just that.

Malachi allowed himself to be guided back to the door instead.

“Alright,” he agreed, hesitant though he was to share a word more than he already had. When they reached the door he pushed inside, holding it for Tully to walk in after him and continue on to grab... something, from the kitchen.

“But not about him,” Malachi decided, “anything else.”