Altair’s eyes snapped open, though he didn’t sit up, and turned his head a bit to watch Malik better. “It depends,” he said slowly.
“On?”
“You.”
“About?”
“Do you want me to stay?”
Malik was silent for several seconds, “Yes,” he finally breathed. He sometimes hated that Altair could affect him so much, that he could become such a mess when the man was around. But on the other hand he had missed the thrill of it, the sense of adventure he’d only just been allowed a single swallow of during the spring. It had lit a fire back in him he’d forgotten he’d had, reminded him who he was. He didn’t want to go back to being that guy he’d been last year. He wanted to stay like how he was now, not fall back into that.
“Then I don’t plan on going anywhere,” he said firmly.
“Huh?” Malik was honestly surprised by that.
“I talked with my uncle before I left home for this assignment. He said if I wanted he’d talk to my father, convince him to transfer me to America permanently,” he said.
Malik tried not to think too hard about what he’d just said, transfer and what that had to mean, that whatever Altair was a part of was bigger than he probably wanted to understand. “He could do that?”
“My uncle and father get along very well,” Altair said, “same coin, opposite sides,” the wording for the analogy was off but Malik understood. “He will say he needs someone skilled over here to keep things secure, someone like me, and since I am already here he won’t have to send someone else. My father will argue, say I should be there with him and then Giovanni will say it would be good if I learned how his side of the business was run too. My father will consent to a point,” he smirked a little. “And even if they can’t, well,” he chuckled here, “Aunt Maria and her sister will make him see reason.” In that moment Malik felt pity for Altair’s father, who he’d only met once. But it was enough. He’d married Maria’s sister who was every bit of the fiery Italian her older sister was. If they started to work on someone he doubted they’d last very long. Maria he knew had a way with words and he could only imagine her sister was the same way.
Malik chuckled and ruffled his hair, “I can’t imagine anyone denying Maria or her sister anything,” he said.
“Nope,” Altair grinned smugly. “So I won’t leave again… well,” he made a bit of a face, “Other than work related times and-
They both looked at Malik’s pocket when his phone started to ring. Malik cursed and Altair frowned as he fished it from his pocket. “Hello?” he asked not even glancing at who it was from.
“I’m going to take that phone apart one day since it always goes off at the worst time,” Altair said and Malik shushed him with an irritant look on his face.
“Is this Malik?”
Malik blinked, “Ezio?” he asked, “Of course this is Malik,” he frowned.
“Thank goodness. You wouldn’t beleive how hard it is to get in touch with you when you don’t have anyone else’s-
“Hey!” Malik yelped when Altair sat up and snatched the phone from him. “Altair what are you doing-” he shut up at the look Altair gave him, unable to continue at the dark glance.
“Ezio,” Altair said lowly and turned away, then he said something in Italian and Malik really couldn’t follow. He sighed then Altair hung up the phone.
“Going to tell me what that was about?” Malik asked, hand out for his phone.
“No,” he said and handed it back, “He just knows better.”
Malik rolled his eyes, “I haven’t talked to him in almost two weeks,” he said.
“Good, maybe he’s not such an idiot anymore,” Altair grumbled.
Malik stared at him a moment, “What did you do?” he knew Altair had done something.
Altair gave him a slightly wary look, “I don’t think you want to know,” he was told.
“Altair-
“Really Malik, I didn’t do anything as bad as Ezio did,” he interuppted. “And I don’t want to tell you because you don’t deserve to know that my cousin is a bigger dick than you think,” he said lowly.
“You have something to do with why no one has talked to Ezio in a few weeks?”
“I… maybe sort of deleted all the contacts from his phone,” Altair said innocently. Malik pressed his hand to his face with a sigh. -- am I don't yet? Uuuuuhg. I'm ready to put this story to bed, just so I can say it's over.
Re: Altered Flight Pattern (80/?)
“On?”
“You.”
“About?”
“Do you want me to stay?”
Malik was silent for several seconds, “Yes,” he finally breathed. He sometimes hated that Altair could affect him so much, that he could become such a mess when the man was around. But on the other hand he had missed the thrill of it, the sense of adventure he’d only just been allowed a single swallow of during the spring. It had lit a fire back in him he’d forgotten he’d had, reminded him who he was. He didn’t want to go back to being that guy he’d been last year. He wanted to stay like how he was now, not fall back into that.
“Then I don’t plan on going anywhere,” he said firmly.
“Huh?” Malik was honestly surprised by that.
“I talked with my uncle before I left home for this assignment. He said if I wanted he’d talk to my father, convince him to transfer me to America permanently,” he said.
Malik tried not to think too hard about what he’d just said, transfer and what that had to mean, that whatever Altair was a part of was bigger than he probably wanted to understand. “He could do that?”
“My uncle and father get along very well,” Altair said, “same coin, opposite sides,” the wording for the analogy was off but Malik understood. “He will say he needs someone skilled over here to keep things secure, someone like me, and since I am already here he won’t have to send someone else. My father will argue, say I should be there with him and then Giovanni will say it would be good if I learned how his side of the business was run too. My father will consent to a point,” he smirked a little. “And even if they can’t, well,” he chuckled here, “Aunt Maria and her sister will make him see reason.” In that moment Malik felt pity for Altair’s father, who he’d only met once. But it was enough. He’d married Maria’s sister who was every bit of the fiery Italian her older sister was. If they started to work on someone he doubted they’d last very long. Maria he knew had a way with words and he could only imagine her sister was the same way.
Malik chuckled and ruffled his hair, “I can’t imagine anyone denying Maria or her sister anything,” he said.
“Nope,” Altair grinned smugly. “So I won’t leave again… well,” he made a bit of a face, “Other than work related times and-
They both looked at Malik’s pocket when his phone started to ring. Malik cursed and Altair frowned as he fished it from his pocket. “Hello?” he asked not even glancing at who it was from.
“I’m going to take that phone apart one day since it always goes off at the worst time,” Altair said and Malik shushed him with an irritant look on his face.
“Is this Malik?”
Malik blinked, “Ezio?” he asked, “Of course this is Malik,” he frowned.
“Thank goodness. You wouldn’t beleive how hard it is to get in touch with you when you don’t have anyone else’s-
“Hey!” Malik yelped when Altair sat up and snatched the phone from him. “Altair what are you doing-” he shut up at the look Altair gave him, unable to continue at the dark glance.
“Ezio,” Altair said lowly and turned away, then he said something in Italian and Malik really couldn’t follow. He sighed then Altair hung up the phone.
“Going to tell me what that was about?” Malik asked, hand out for his phone.
“No,” he said and handed it back, “He just knows better.”
Malik rolled his eyes, “I haven’t talked to him in almost two weeks,” he said.
“Good, maybe he’s not such an idiot anymore,” Altair grumbled.
Malik stared at him a moment, “What did you do?” he knew Altair had done something.
Altair gave him a slightly wary look, “I don’t think you want to know,” he was told.
“Altair-
“Really Malik, I didn’t do anything as bad as Ezio did,” he interuppted. “And I don’t want to tell you because you don’t deserve to know that my cousin is a bigger dick than you think,” he said lowly.
“You have something to do with why no one has talked to Ezio in a few weeks?”
“I… maybe sort of deleted all the contacts from his phone,” Altair said innocently. Malik pressed his hand to his face with a sigh.
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am I don't yet? Uuuuuhg. I'm ready to put this story to bed, just so I can say it's over.