Neverwinter Forest blowin’ off my mom, i don’t wanna go home

Yeah, probably in your post?

Mal had no idea if anything he was doing would actually help -- he tried, certainly. He wanted to help. But at least Cupid had accepted that gift or whatever you wanted to call it. Progress, maybe? What did Mal even want? Hell if he knew. Anything not weird today? It was all the humor he could muster, a quiet smile.

Weird. That word kept coming up. His ears flicked back a moment. He certainly wasn't himself -- or at least not the version of himself that he'd been projecting as of late. But he could keep going, so he nodded, Okay. I'll find something. And like.. Leave it here I guess if you're asleep? Howl if you, uh, need anything. He'd wait for a reply and trot off unless another reply was needed. Anxious as hell. This was not how he was expecting to spend the day.