#malex forever

[letstalkabouttvshows]

Came back here just to remind us all that Michael Guerin was leveled by his feelings for Alex.

Ok, bye.

[gaymasonjar]

Will You Meet Me In The Middle? Part 11

Preview of Chapter 11: Through Your Eyes

“So, he’s not sleeping and yet you’re letting him go to work”, Isobel repeated back to her brother. The blond was perched on top of one of the many boxes in the living room. All of the furniture they ordered was still packed away in the boxes. Isobel was wearing one of Kyle’s university tshirts over a bright pink sports bra and black leggings that were dusty from work.

Michael let out a sigh and set his hands on his hips, “Look- he’s sleeping a bit better since going back. But yea, sleep isn’t easy lately. It’s not his fault.”

“PTSD is no joke”, Kyle agreed as he wiped drywall dust off the wall he finished screwing into place, dust covering the front of his old band tshirt and old jeans. “He came home originally with a pretty strict medication regime. I think he was also supposed to be going to meetings but I don’t know if he ever did. And while he was dealing with the radiation and acute poisoning after- he didn’t have any of his medications for a long time. Not until you both came back from your honeymoon anyway.”

“He never really talked about it when he first came back from the states”, Michael shrugged subtly while wiping his sweaty hands against the back of his jeans. “But we weren’t on the best terms. I know he’s back on some stuff, but I couldn’t tell you if he’s missing anything.”

Isobel raised an eyebrow as she crossed her legs from her perch. “You haven’t asked him?” 

“I don’t like to pressure him to talk. Trauma sucks. And I can feel how it is…He’s scared of it. That kind of fear is paralyzing. He’ll talk about it when he’s ready to.”

“And between you and him? You guys have enough trauma for multiple lifetimes.”

“Thanks.” He rolled his eyes pointedly and Isobel merely shrugged.

Michael helped Kyle lift up the next piece of drywall, leaning against it to keep it in place. Kyle expertly started to screw it into place. With the extra help, they were putting up the final pieces of drywall. The place was about ready for paint and flooring. Isobel had way too many large boxes shipped to the house with everything they were going to need for the last touches of the renovation. 

“And what about you”, Kyle glanced at Michael as he picked up another screw from his belt pouch. “Are you having nightmares?”

“No”, he replied too quickly before pursing his lips. “Well, maybe like once or twice this month. But it’s not that bad. It’s just kinda weird to adjust to the peace.”

“I know what you mean”, the blond muttered as she picked at her thumbnail.

“Maybe something is triggering Alex”, Kyle continued on with his thought. “You would know the best out of all of us.”

“Lately, it’s been sounds. Like he’s associating it with a previous event.”

“That’s pretty common.”

“Any tips on how to help him?”

“I’m not a therapist”, Kyle wiped away more dust with his hand and moved on to the next spot. “But I have taken basic psychology. The supportive stuff you do for him now? That is the best you can do.”

“I don’t feel like that is enough.”

“And that’s ok. You’re his husband, not his therapist. Really the only recommendation I could give is going back to therapy or finding a support group. There are plenty out there for veterans. I know a few guys that I could recommend.”

Michael raised his brows at the thought. It wasn’t a bad idea. Personally, Michael wasn’t a huge fan of going to therapy himself. No one ever really understood what he went through between being a foster kid and an alien that covered up a murder. But when he talked with Dallas, the man of the cloth had understood. He had gone through the foster system himself. It was honestly nice to be around him. Michael missed him.

If Alex could connect with other veterans, it was likely that he could find some comfort as well. Serving in the military was traumatizing enough. Alex only did it because of his abusive father and it cost him a leg. 

“I’ll talk to him about it.”

“Good. You both look like zombies with the lack of sleep you’re getting”, Isobel commented as she pushed herself off the counter. “I’m going to start priming the walls while you two install the windows.”

Isobel pressed a brief kiss to Kyle’s cheek before heading out of the kitchen. Michael gave the man a simple look. Kyle cleared his throat as he fought the blush trying to appear on his cheeks. It made Michael smirk. He patted Valenti on the back before they headed out to unpack some of the windows.

“So, you and my sister. How has that been?”

“Well, it’s nice. She’s nice. I feel relaxed and cared for when I’m around her.”

Michael nodded slowly, “I wasn’t going to judge you if you said she was a handful because I know she can be.”

Kyle smirked and breathed out a laugh, “Yea, well, we all have our quirks. I’m dating a badass alien warrior. Everything else is a plus.”

“Man, you are whipped.”

“Says the guy who pinned over the same emo kid for over ten years.”

Michael pointed at him, “I never said I wasn’t.”

They both laughed. Each picked up the ends of a large window and headed through the front door to install it in the living room. The living room and upstairs common room both had ceiling-to-floor windows. Despite the giant sizing, they were fairly simple to install. They slid right into place in the frame and just needed to be secured. 

Read More on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45325099/chapters/115952008

[maxtism]

becoming a #malex warrior. i miss these two.

[dr-lizortecho]

Roswell New Mexico // fancast

[bisexualalienss]

they really put some juice in s1 malex that keeps you hooked forever

[cosmiceverafter]

I miss Malex 😭 Been rewatching this show and it feels like it’s been forever. 🛸 ✨

[pastelwitchling]

Announcement

Never thought I'd be writing a post like this, but here we go.

I truly imagined I would be writing malex forever. I'm sure some of you have noticed that my fics have gotten shorter and shorter over the past few months. I blamed my lack of enthusiasm on the fact that so much of my energy was going into my original novels, and... to be honest, the excuses just aren't holding up anymore.

The truth is, writing malex fics saved me in so many ways, but one of the biggest was a coping mechanism to help me deal with the grief of losing the show and these characters. Alex Manes, in particular. So much time has passed, however, that I feel like, while that grief is still there, the room around it has grown, and with my original stories, I feel less and less the need to have malex fics as a creative outlet. Nowadays, it feels like I write malex fics because I have to; because of grief, because of guilt at moving on, because of all this pressure that I put on myself. I can't do it anymore. Not when there are so many wonderful stories waiting to be written. Guilt can't and shouldn't motivate my writing, and believe me, this is all internal. None of you have EVER pushed anything on me, it's all stemming from me, and for the sake of my stories, I'm finally setting myself free.

I want to make this very clear; I will still be writing malex. I will be completing my latest fic, I promise you, I will do it. But will there be a malex fic every Monday? ... Probably not. I no longer want to put out anything except my absolute best work, and if that means it takes a few weeks or even longer to get anything out, then so be it.

I'm so sorry to anyone I've disappointed, but I do hope that you can understand, and that you can still enjoy the fics already out.

[vintagelacerosette]

Wednesday tag game

Hiii darling angelpies! I am here on timeish 😆

I was tagged by these dazzling sweethearts Nosho @creepkinginc Mel @gardenerian Evie @energievie Deanna @deedala Kat @ mybrainismelted Julia @blue-disco-lights Al @spookygingerr Jessica @guinguin1984

How did you get into the fandom?

Like a lot of us 😆 I saw a fan edit of Mickey & Ian on YouTube (I can't find it again even when I've searched my history 😭) I was kinda in between fandoms at the time with Malex from Roswell New Mexico but they were broken up at the time & buddie lol.

But then I was shot through the heart when I went through the gallavich tag & it felt like home 🥰

How long have you been here?

I was lurking at the end of 2021 & the first official time I contributed to this darling fandom in Feb 2022 with gallacrafts 💝

What's the first fandom channel you found? (youtube, reddit, tumblr, insta, twitter, FB, other?)

Here on tumblr babeeeyy

What's your favourite now?

Still tumblr but I wish I was better on discord 😅 I get overwhelmed & don't wanna talk over ppl 😔

Which mutual have you known the longest in the fandom?

Oh my goodness I had no idea but my longest mutual is the always spectacular Calli @callivich 🥰🩵💙 woooww!!

Which tumblerinos did you have your first fandom crush(es) on and wanted to get to know?

Y'all have to understand you are all unbelievably swoon worthy & there's only so many ppl I can tag in one post (damn you tagging limit 😣)

Ok, so definitely have a big crush on Deena @suzy-queued & to see smitten feeling is mutual got me

GIF by theresaphoenixinmyboot

Alice @darthvaders-wife Jane @captainjowl Mitch @psychicskulldamage when we became mutuals I squealed bc how much talent??

Jenna @ianrightsonly & Kay @goodkwuestion their fics changed me

Also, Benja @svltburn | Nosho | Vey @look-i-love-u Macy @heymacy Julissa @heymrspatel Jo @jomilky Harvey @mikhailoisbaby Georgia @iansw0rld Molly @deathclassic Stas @messedwithmandy Howl @howlinchickhowl Michelle @michellemisfit | Deanna | LJ @ofalltheginjoints Sam @sam-loves-seb Face @ burninface | Calli | AJ @ clingymickey Mills @gallavichsbitch Leah @whatwouldmickeydo

Also Jay!! You've left but gave me butterflies 🦋

Pls I kind hate this question! I've come to the conclusion I have a crush on you all OK?? 😭

This is why I make y'all Valentine's

First gallavich fan fic you read (or that blew you away that you remember)?

By the magnificent Kay The Increasingly Poor Decisions of Ian Gallagher!!! OH MY GOSH JUST THINKING ABOUT THIS FIC MAKES ME FEEL ELATED & FERAL!!! It's my favourite piece of written work & I need my non gallavich ppl to read it so I can scream into their faces how much I love it 🥰🩷🩷🩷

First fan art that blew your mind?

Seriously, Deena's gallacrafts & art always take my breath away!!! Like the artistry & creativity?? I wanna get to your level 🥰

It's three dimensional & has twinkling lights ✨️ I was astounded & my jaw literally dropped 😍

All of Alice's art especially my commissioned art 🩷

Also, Mitch's comic I stared at it forever like Ian's eyes reflecting Mick's booty 🍑👀

Fanfic trope that you were sure wasn't for you but now you low key (or high key) love?

I have read some pretty freaky & nasty fic bc of curiosity, so I nothing really gave me icks in tropes, but in writing style, I got turned around with Jen @wehangout with second person POV. You're so talented that I really enjoyed them when I would nope out before 😆

What surprised you most about this fandom?

Everything surprised me about this fandom bc it was my first one!! 😆 I didn't really know how to do tumblr & didn't really get how to interact. So I used tumblr like a sticker book, then came learning tags & so ppl reached out to me which helped me gain confidence haha

This is kinda a golden standard fandom. So welcoming, loving & encouraging!! If I ever dabble in another fandom, imma have a high standard bc I've been spoiled by y'all! ILY

Moment in the show (or YT vids if you're one of those) that you fell in hyperfixation with gallavich?

It was the "I'm fucking gay" scene to the "Guess what we've been doing daddy" The way he humps the car with all that conviction & screaming "he fucking loves it".

Everything clicked & I was like "Damn I love this fictional man." He is my favourite character of all time & this ship is my OTP & GOAT.

Also I love this edit too. It gives me chills

Ian or Mickey?

Mickey, but holy shit I love them both

Which gallagher or milkovich are you?

I took a page from @/guinguin1984 & did some quizzes & I got Fiona Ian Fiona Debbie not of them feel right ahaha

I guess Fiona bc I had her twice 😅

Consider yourself tagged if I have a crush on you or mentioned you. Also tagging these sunshines & if you wanna do it too, have at it 💛🥰

@lingy910y @mickittotheman @doshiart @crossmydna @y0itsbri @7x10mickey @whatthebodygraspsnot @ms-moonlight-inn @mmmichyyy @sickness-health-all-that-shit @kiinard @transmickey @gallawitchxx @sleepyheadgallavich @rereadanon @whaticameherefor @darlingian @andthatisnotfake @ian-galagher @francesrose3

[krazycattgurl]

Malex forever ❤️

[ladynox]

When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass it on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love!

Most of these are going to be collab fics because the majority of my writing has been with @beautifulcheat

The Great New Mexico Fake-Off (malexa) - in which Michael learns to bake and the cakes are a metaphor for Michael's love. This was the first fic Kat and I wrote together. We spent most of our time just making each other laugh. I really love it.

Crossed Wires (malex) - Michael's been kicked off more than one Starfleet posting. So when he learned he was reassigned to the USS Roswell, he decided that he would keep his head down and behave. This decision is immediately thwarted when he meets her hot Vulcan captain. This might be the first time Michael got kicked off a posting for flirting with a captain.

Another collab fic. We're both huge Star Trek nerds and Alex makes such a great Vulcan. Just a blast to write. The Truth is Right Here (malexa) - an X-files/white collar fusion AU, where Michael is both the skeptic and the con and Maria and Alex are cryptid/alien hunting FBI agents. Yet another collab fic. I am SO proud of this one. We put so much energy into this story, creating an (I hope) intriguing over arching mystery, all the while bringing these characters together case by case. Rough Stock (miluca) - Michael just wanted to live in this moment forever, where nothing else mattered but the two of them.

A solo fic. I was still flexing my smut writing muscle with this fic. I'm pretty proud of how it came out.

palabras sinceras (malex) In which Alex gets turned into a cat and Michael frets.

Another solo fic. What can I say? I like turning Alex into small cute animals.

[mischas]

Do you have any unpopular opinions about the OC?

Lol isn't most of the stuff I talk about on here unpopular in the larger fandom space 😂 But let's see...

214 The Rainy Day Women is overrated on the whole. The only great things are Malex and Champagne Supernova

at least 4 episodes of the top 10 on IMDb are overrated (and some just straight up bad); think people be voting on moments rather than episodes and like sure fine but WHERE is the love for 112 The Secret

beyond my feelings about the final scene, 325 is not a good episode

The 201 lawn chair in the pool scene is overrated and its hype is a way of making fun of MB

I only care about SK in s1. After that they rarely do anything for me which sucks bc I love them in s1!

Kirsten should've cheated with Carter

The emotional complexity of Kirsten/Jimmy should've been stretched out so much more

SS are overrated (don't throw shit at me, I just don't see it 🫣 but they have their moments and obviously love the Core Four forever)

I love Zach! Michael and Adam work off of one another super well

So speaking of, I love imagining future Marissa/Zach. Ik it's agreed by everyone it's good Marissa/Summer never shared a guy and I obviously agree but... yeah. I also like imagining Zach/Luke being friends! (Making Zach a villain at the last second with like "wake up, I play water polo" is so cheap though obviously funny and played well)

Ryan's romances with people other than Marissa and Theresa are forced

It's entirely ok that Ryan isn't funny, he shouldn't be!

Seth/Anna should've been stretched out all of s1 to really drag SS tension out

Similarly, s1 RM should've been stretched out. But part of what makes s1 so great is it keeps giving us what we want in quick succession, so eh

Luke/Julie is way less funny when you think about it for even half a second longer than the show wants you to

Julie's shit shouldn't be swept under the rug just bc she's cunty and Melinda is so good at playing her

Oliver is maddening mostly for its aftermath

I wouldn't have minded the Johnny storyline as much if it had ended when it was clearly supposed to (309); but then JS resurrects it for Chrismukkah! Why!

I'm sure there are quite literally hundreds more lol

[justlightlysedated]

9 for Malex

9…in public

They've only been back in Roswell for about four hours, and Alex is already wondering what would be the best way to convince his husband to go on a second extended honeymoon.

It's not that he didn't miss his house, and his friends. He's just not ready to share Michael's attention with anyone after nearly a year of it being focused entirely on him.

Alex is sitting in one of the back booths in the Pony, holding his half-empty, lukewarm bottle of beer to his cheek as he stares at Michael, leaning against the bar talking animatedly to Bonnie. Their friends are scattered all over the bar, and Alex could be talking to someone else, busy catching up himself, but instead he'd declined Kyle's offer to play pool and had just stayed sitting in the booth, surrounded by empty glasses, waiting for Michael to come back.

Which doesn't take much longer, even though Alex feels like it's been forever. Bonnie gets distracted with a customer, and Michael's eyes sweep across the room, looking for him, and finding him exactly where he left him.

Alex doesn't bother to hide the fact that he's been staring at him the entire time.

Michael smiles and then hits the bar twice, a code for see you later, before he pushes away from the bar and makes his way back to Alex. 

Alex watches his approach with interest, eyes never straying away as he gets closer. He puts the bottle down on top of the table and turns to Michael who slides into the booth right next to him, mouth open like he's about to say something, but Alex is sliding into his space, touching his fingers to Michael's cheek, and pressing a kiss to Michael's bottom lip.

Michael makes an aborted sound at the back of his throat, but lifts his hands to frame Alex's jaw, kissing him back immediately.

Alex smiles which separates their mouths momentarily. Michael makes a protesting sound and slides his hands to the back of Alex's neck, kissing him again. 

Alex melts into the kiss, wrapping one arm around Michael's shoulders to pull him in even closer and sliding his other hand through Michael's hair.

Michael kisses him, deep and wet, licking into his mouth in a way that is not suited for public consumption, not that Alex actually cares about what's suitable to do in public.

Michael pulls away slowly, a satisfied curl to his mouth, and Alex just tugs him back into another kiss, just as deep and all consuming as Michael's.

When he pulls away, Michael's eyes are glazed, and his lips are parted.

Alex smiles, moving his hand to rub his fingers down Michael's throat.

"What was that for?" Michael asks, voice low as he drops his forehead to Alex and slides his hands down to wrap his arms around Alex's back.

"I missed you," Alex says.

"That's disgusting," Isobel pronounces as she drops down to sit across from them.

Alex ignores her, "Wanna get out of here?"

Michael smiles widely, opening his mouth, but Isobel cuts in once again.

"Um, no," she answers for Michael. "You've had him all to yourself for a year Manes. It's time to share."

"Guerin," both Michael and Alex correct her, giving her the same exasperated look before turning back to each other.

"Two more hours," Michael responds. "I promised Valenti I'd kick his ass all over the pool table."

"No way," Isobel cuts in again. "We made plans for the whole night."

Michael is giving Alex a pleading expression, and Alex hums, displeased.

"What are the chances that I can convince you to take a second extended honeymoon?" Alex asks.

Michael's eyes scrunch up with glee as he smiles while Isobel starts to protest. "We've only been back for four hours."

Alex nods his head, "Yes, and I think that's enough family time."

Michael laughs and kisses him again before he slides out of Alex's hold, grabbing Isobel's hand and tugging her away towards the pool tables.

Alex sighs as he watches him go.

[eemamminy-art]

wip whenever ♥

Tagged by @allaganexarch !! She dutifully tags me every time she does one of these but I usually don't have any wips to share lol

This is one I've been working on for a while though! It's a tiny part of a malex sketch page I've been working on for myself for the past month and a half or so! I keep redrawing the faces or just not having any time to work on it :') I need them to be perfect, if it's art for me anyway, so it's just in wip hell forever

I actually have several fic wips right now too! About... 7?? I think? And 2 vague outlines! But sadly they are all nsfw except for the outlines, but those are literally just like, bullet points of ideas :') I skimmed one that's mostly done to see if there's anything I can share but I dooon't think so lol

I'm not sure who to tag specifically so if you see this, consider yourself tagged by me!! Go forth and share your wips! :D

[thetwelfthcrow]

Can I ask, what would we be your top 5 F1 ships of all time aside from 4433? Like ships that you think are compelling? Or are there ships that you are interested in but haven't written for or read yet? I have that with a lot of old ships but even right now, because I'm more of a new fan. 4433 enemies to lovers was the first that captured my attention because of 2021 (😭).

omg this is such a tough question since i'm sooo 4433 focussed. also kudos to you for just starting with 4433 cause that ain't an easy start. normal people start with maxiel or right now lestappen, the accessible easy ships hahahaha

nortrell - iconic codependent boys i'm forever obsessed with them

brocedes - mandatory add, how can you not, they're unreal to me

piarles - i don't get why people sleep on piarles they're cute

sewis - i'm endeared. vani's propaganda works alright

malex - they're just sooo on the same wavelength ugh

[prouvaireafterdark]

How did you perfect the art of writing smut?

I started following you during the RNM days (Malex, forever mourning what you could’ve been 😔💔) and continue to reread because you’re writing is fiiiiire. Now you’ve turned me into a DM fan girl and um yeah Armand/Daniel smut hits different.

Sorry, went on tangent…

Hahaha this is so sweet omg, also thank you for your malex service, comrade bestie, those were certainly some times

To answer your question tho, honestly, I just read a lot of it. It takes time to figure out what you like about smut, what words hit right vs what words do NOT (looking at you, Anne “nethermouth” Rice), and how explicit you’re comfortable with getting in your own writing

My mantra tends to be “go big or go home” when writing PWP ‘cause like that’s what we’re there for most of the time. I also try to engage as many senses as possible and focus a lot on what the characters are feeling and experiencing bc otherwise smut can sometimes read as kind of mechanical and not very sexy imo

[pastelwitchling]

Malex fic Numb chapter one teaser.

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              Alex woke up screaming. He was doing that a lot these days.

              Not that his nightmares were anything new, but most of the time it was like his mind and body were so used to the trauma that instead of having him thrash in bed or wake in a cold sweat, as he’d done in his first few years as a new recruit, he now typically woke with either a silent flutter of his eyes, as though he’d known better than to fall into a deep sleep in the first place, or a slight jolt, like even though he’d known the nightmare was coming, he couldn’t help being terrified by it.

              He rarely screamed. At least, he hadn’t. Until recently. In the last month alone, the worst of his nightmares had come at an alarmingly frequent rate, now ranging on almost every single night. Alex couldn’t remember the last time he’d gotten a full night’s sleep. He was usually good at functioning despite that, but it was getting to be too much to handle, even for him.

              His heart hammering and his hair plastered to his skin from the sweat, he reached for the light on his nightstand, the room bathed in warm yellow, and he did a quick scan of his room before settling back against the headboard, still panting. He closed his eyes, trying to take some comfort in the silence of the night, the faint chirping crickets, the tree branches rustling together in the chilly breeze. His bedroom window rattled in its frame, and Alex tried to remind himself that he was safe, he was at home, he was a long way from the trenches. The darkness couldn’t hurt him anymore.

              “Breathe, Manes,” he whispered to himself, even as his voice shook, his lamplight nowhere near strong enough to cast away the shadows in the corners of his room. His heart was still rattling in his chest, his hands still trembling. He ducked his head, his eyes shut tight against the images his mind was trying to conjure up.

              There were no enemy soldiers hidden in the shadows.

              There were no explosions in the distance, lighting up the darkness.

              His father was not outside his bedroom, lurking in the corridors, getting ready to bust down his door.

              “Damn it,” he breathed. It wasn’t working. Sometimes it was hard enough that he couldn’t will his body to calm down, and it felt like lately, that was every night.

              Finally, unable to stand the heat sticking to his body, he threw the blanket off, biting his lower lip hard enough that he bled, hard enough that he could focus on the pain and try to get his hands to stop trembling. After a few long, deep breaths, Alex managed to still himself, and licked the drops of blood off his lip. Reaching for his crutch, he pushed himself off the bed, rubbing his eyes. He grabbed his phone off the nightstand and did a cursory glance at the time. 2:40 am.

              Not that it mattered. Once the nightmares hit, he had no hope of going back to sleep. Instead, Alex made his way into his living room and turned on the lights and television so that he knew he’d be returning to a bright room, the sounds of whatever comedy he’d flipped to following him into the kitchen where he switched on his coffeemaker. He groaned under his breath as he pulled a stool against the wall, sat down and waited, his world flooded with enough noise and light that there wasn’t any room to think of the latest nightmare that had woken him. He hummed idly to himself, if only to add to the noise. As the coffeemaker whirred and beeped, Alex did what he usually did on nights like this, and pulled his phone out. He headed to his contacts list, pulled up Michael’s name, and just . . . stared at it.

              Sometimes, he liked to imagine what would happen if he called. He imagined Michael was awake too, the both of them forever insomniacs and almost okay with it because at least they were awake together. He imagined Michael half-waiting for Alex to call, just as eager to hear a minute of his voice. He imagined being able to talk to Michael about the miserable darkness that simmered just below the surface of his skin, waiting for any moment of weakness to release itself and take over Alex’s mind completely.

              He imagined confessing how tired he really was, and he imagined Michael caring enough to listen, to drive here in the middle of the night, to comfort him. Then a tear would roll down Alex’s cheek, like it was doing right now, and it would wake him from his fantasies. He wiped any trace away with the back of his hand before shutting off his phone and stuffing it back into his pocket, right on time for his coffee to be ready. He just needed some noise and work to keep himself busy, that was all.

              His desire for comfort and someone to hold him, he knew, was ridiculous, and the first person to say so would be the one man he wanted here with him more than anyone. Alex was used to feeling unwanted, after all. He supposed loneliness was not that much worse of a burden to bear.

              This too, Alex reminded himself now as he leaned on his crutch and grabbed his coffee, just as he’d reminded himself every day since he’d enlisted. I can handle this too.

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:)