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Hearing that Malcolm had managed to bring back something that might actually be interesting and potentially non-traumatic immediately made Colin want to know what it was, to see the souvenirs right then and there. But his friend was injured and the danseur was not so gauche to suggest they look at them right then, that would be too much. When Malc felt like moving would be soon enough, Colin could wait.

"That's amazing, I look forward to it. I can't even imagine what sort of things you might have found..."

'I want to see your scar." Colin smiled. And waited. When the blurted words finally dawned on his friend he laughed and ruffled Malcolm's hair affectionately. He was about to say something about how he wouldn't actually need to take his pants off to show the scarring, when he realized the hilarity of what had been said and had to put his face against his friend's shoulder because he was laughing so hard.

"Oh my god, Malc--" His entire body shook, though Colin did try to not jostle Malcolm overly much; after a good long session of cracking up over his friend's fluster, the blond finally wiped at his eyes and managed to croak something out. "Imagine me pantsless much?"

Even though he really could have shown the scar without removing his pants. It only required undoing the fastens and pushing them down a bit, nothing risque, unless you happened to be quite puritan in your values.

"Can't stop, won't stop." He was kidding, of course - Malcolm was recuperating - so Colin would take it easy on him and not continue to torment and tease him about the bright red face and swift, OMFG reaction. "Honestly, you don't have to be a creep to imagine me without pants. I mean, technically dance tights aren't pants, so...I go without all the time." Probably not helpful, but hey!

His friend's theatrics kept Colin's laughter bright in his chest, helpless tears gathering at the corners of his eyes; the blanket-hiding was just too much!

"Ooh, so dramatic. Oscar-winning performance, this one." Malcolm didn't say he was tired, but he didn't have to - it was easy to tell once he got his head out from under the blankets finally; the dark circles, sallow skin, and glassy eyes said it. Short as his visit was, it seemed to have taken a good bit out of his friend. "You know, sleep sounds like a great idea." Tired or not, the wont for company was plain and Malcolm was starved for contact - Colin could understand that, he got the same way.

"Why don't we just settle in for a nap? I could totally use one and you need one." The danseur rattled on, not giving a chance at rejection by bowling Malcolm over by sheer force of will. "In fact, yes. That's what we'll do. Scoot down. This is happening."

No arguments brooked, Colin would arrange them both into a comfortable configuration on the bed, Malcolm curled into the secure arc of the danseur's body back-to-chest with Colin's arm loose around his waist in easy affection. The only concession made to his schedule was an alarm set on his phone, otherwise he was happy to just snuggle up in bed with his friend while they both drifted off for a nice nap.