Neverwinter Forest The man who's a dreamer and never takes leave

It was probably good, mostly because too much more would be, well, too much for Mal.  He needed his space, and to come to an understanding about things on his own.  Okay, just waiting on that he'd be hiding off in the darkness by himself for ages, but at least for now... He needed some space.  Partially to make sure that he wasn't making the wrong decision about them.  To wait, to watch.  Maybe give himself a chance to figure out what words to have prepared if something went wrong.  The only thing he knew for sure was that he wasn't going to bend any more.

Even though right now, he was totally about to slink off and hide.  Great backbone there.  Okay. Uh.  Yeah.  Seeya around then.  And stuff.  Things.  Oh god get him out of here.  He dipped his head, turned, and started trotting away, trying to seem cool about it all.  What was he doing?  Probably should figure that out, huh?