Malcolm read his book quietly and actually was in the second chapter now. He was a kind of quick reader but he also absorb things he read like a sponge. Well- that is if they were interesting. This book was interesting though so he was enjoying it and remembering every word. As he flipped the page he read the next few lines before quietly gasping dramatically and saying, "He did not just do that to her!" Mal then continued to read before jumping some from the knock at his door. Thinking it was a maid or someone like that he casually yelled, "Come in!" He read some more as he waited for the person to enter, part of the cover facing the door, but he didn't think that they would care or notice.

[Camron flinched hearing Malcolm. He entered slowly, after opening the door he once more crossed his arms awkwardly. For a moment he glanced at what Malcolm was doing but then snapped his mind back to what he came for. "Hey.. I came to say sorry for how I was acting..." His gaze was stiffly rested on the floor. It felt quiet, his brain began to overthink slightly before he looked up , staring at Malcolm. Camron rubbed his hand agaisnt his uninjured shoulder a bit.]

He looked up and saw Camron standing in his room. He quickly marked his page and closed the book, flipping it over so the cover was hidden. "I-It's fine," Mal says after Camron apologized, "you were just doing your job and trying to act strong." Malcolm noticed that Camron wasn't looking at him and frowned slightly before saying, "I forgive you. But I can say that the guard won't be causing any more problems around here though."

[He gave a nod of actknolagement as Malcolm spoke, trying to show he was listening. Camron winched at the wording about the guard, it felt strangly ominous. "What happened to that guard..?" He asked in a weak voice. Curiousity got the best of him, even if curiousity kills the cat. He did not even know if he wanted to know the anwser, it could be something he did not want to hear. As the silence fell once more from neither of them talking Camron began tapping his fingers agaisnt his shoulder, looking around the room.]

Mal crossed his legs as he sat up a little straighter and looks at Camron when he asked about the guard. "Well he has caused many more problems before now and received punishment for those problems," he explains, "but this was the last straw for my parents hearing that he attacked you. So he will be put in prison for the rest of his life and sent out to work for the people if needed." Mal looked at Camron once he had finished explaining the guard's fate and waited for a reaction of any sort. He did notice that Camron did look.. Nervous? Why would he be nervous around him?

[Camron slightly nodded once more as Malcolm spoke. He didn't know how to feel about the answer, he certainly wasn't mad or scared about it though. "Well.. good he is out of here now." Camron muttered. He didn't really know what to say to the idea of learning a man was in prison for the rest of his life. "Sorry.." he muttered, he didn't know why we was apologizing, it just felt like he should. He broke his gaze that he had once more set on the ground and looked at at Malcolm just kind of waiting to see if he were to react.]

(Sorry I'm gonna be busy this week and next week so I will try to respond when I can.)

Malcolm nodded some as Camron answered, "The rest of the workers will be happy as well. He was a nuisance to about everyone here." He noticed Camron's gaze shift up to his and gave him a gentle smile. "Is there anything else you are needing," he asks curiously, tilting his head to the side slightly making his grey hair shift that way as well. "Or are you just in need of some company? If so I would be happy to let you stay in here and chat."

(Alright understood, I got quite a bit going on too)

[He shrugged slightly, "understandable.." he replied to hearing how the workers felt. Camron gave a slight shrug at Malcolm's question. "I guess some company would be nice." His tone was a bit of a mixed of awkwardness and embarrassedment. He knew he hadn't had anything else going on, what even was he meant to do, sit in a room in pain all day? After a bit of silence he spoke, "Erm, how if your arm doing?" He questioned.]

Mal smiled as Camron decided on staying in the room with him. He gestured towards the cushioned chair at his desk for Camron to sit at. "My arm is fine," he says glancing down at the sling, "it doesn't hurt at all, but that's probably because of the medicine." He chuckled slightly as he tried to lighten the mood some. He picked his book up and laid it on his legs, opening it back up and reading another page.

[Camron went and sat as Malcolm gestured to the chair. He crossed his legs and put his hands in his lap. "So.. how has life been..?" The second the question left his mouth Camron cringed on his own words, it was far too basic, far too stupid, they had been around each other for a while. Camron gazed at what Malcolm was doing with curiosity. He noticed the book but didn't notice the cover.]

(sorry it's short)