@impervicus cont from here
Malachi could relate to the feeling of just needing to hit something. There was something special about taking all of the thoughts buzzing around in your head and centering them on a single target that couldn't be hurt regardless of how many times or how hard you hit it. He found it centering, therapeutic even. "I hear you," he replied as he moved further into the room. "Should be finished by the end of the month, if everything goes according to plan." The contractors didn't anticipate anything delaying the timeline, but you never knew with these kinds of things.
"How was your day," Malachi asked. As he spoke, he wrapped his hands, the motion like second nature to him. "Any clients give you trouble? Or was it all run of the mill stuff?" Mal didn't want to pry, but he wanted Elijah to know that there was space here if he wanted to talk about whatever was bothering him. While Mal had found hitting a bag to be therapeutic, he'd also found that talking to someone could be therapeutic in a different way, and he wanted to provide the same opportunity for Elijah. "Mind if I join you?"
