[And reluctantly, with a heavy heart in knowing that Mal really is leaving, Chris takes the gun. He weighs it in his hand, frowning down at it. It feels good, being armed again, but at the same time he's a little terrified about being found out. Rorschach has a way of putting the fear of god into him]
[Fuck. No, no he can't hold it in any longer. His gun-holding arm drops safely to the side and with the other he suddenly hugs Mal tight, burying his face into the man's chest]
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[Fuck. No, no he can't hold it in any longer. His gun-holding arm drops safely to the side and with the other he suddenly hugs Mal tight, burying his face into the man's chest]