ohmalias:
“Sounds lonely. For you, I mean,” Malia said suddenly, looking up at the ceiling of the bathroom, letting out a slow breath. “Not that this is any less lonely. I don’t think there’s any way to avoid it, might as well get money and nice things.” She was mostly talking to herself, rather than Silas, now, before letting out another long sigh. “I’m not as bad as you, don’t you dare. I haven’t reached your levels… yet. Maybe one day, if the whole lottery thing fails.” Her words were followed by a snort over his, humming. “Whiny? Needy? Desperate? Possessive? Those fit pretty well?” She raised a brow, her fingers starting to lightly tap against his knee. “I’m not very good at sharing,” she murmured, grinning at him. “Maybe you should find a not crazy rich girl. Those have to exist, right? Sweet and devoted, or whatever, but won’t kick you out no matter how little attention you give her? She’s probably somewhere out there,” she reasoned, “probably in a lot of dreams.” With a deep breath, Malia’s expression softened. “You work hard. You have a very way of doing it, but you’re trying. That’s more than a lot of people can say.” She let her hand shift higher up, before sliding back down again, pinching the fabric of his pants. “Lucky me. I’m too attached to this thing. I’d really hate to lose her, now.”
“It’s alright. What else am I supposed to do? Have to keep explaining to girls why I can’t take them out for dinners or that I still live at home and expect them to stick around? Isn’t it more lonely to always be looking for the right one? At least if you’re not looking you don’t have to ask why you can’t find them,” he pointed out after a moment, a bit too honest about his feelings, but Silas was guessing that she was drunk enough that it wouldn’t matter in the end. “You can try it, I’m not a big fan of gambling. I don’t think I’ve got the luck for it.” As she went on, Silas just chuckled. “... sounds about right. That sounds like my little niche of girls. Rich enough to afford me but whiny enough that no one else wants to put up with them.” Silas rolled his eyes. “I guessed that,” he said, glancing down at her hand, but not questioning it still. “I’m starting to wonder if they do. If one does exist, I’ll gladly give her all my attention. Maybe even settle down. I can’t see why things wouldn’t just be easy with not crazy and rich girls.” His expression softened a little too as she actually complimented him. Despite the praise he got from the girls he’d spend time with, it felt like he rarely got genuine compliments and he appreciated it more than he could express. “About time someone noticed,” he grumbled, a bit surprised by the movement of her hand but taking it as a comforting gesture more than anything else. “... I was going to be nice and tell you that feather beds aren’t all they’re cracked up to be but honestly? They’re pretty nice. Still, there’s a lot to be said for security.”