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"I know, I know..," Malcum mumbled back to him, still seeming down in the dumps. "I just feel kind of useless when you do stuff like scale a wall while injured or something and I can't help you out. I like to be here when you need me, but you just never seem to need me... At least amuse me sometimes and pretend to need help or something. Or...or thank me when I try to help. Let me kind of feel like you might somehow need me once in a blue moon," he told him in a quiet voice, a soft frown on his face.

Malcum's head perked up and eyes brightened at the suggestion of carrying Mickey. A smile made its way onto his face before he carefully scooped him up into his arms and nuzzled his nose into the small boy's neck. "I'll carry you anywhere you want me to, you little suckup," he purred happily, holding his small frame close, protectively. He kissed his forehead sweetly then walked on, Mickey held securely in his arms. "Thank you for letting me help," he told him quietly, smiling down at him. His whole demeanor seemed to radiate happiness now.

"No thanks required, my cute little mouse," he told him softly, kissing his nose playfully, affectionately. He couldn't believe how lucky he was to be able to hold the small teen in his arms. He hugged him close and told him gently, "You go ahead and take a nap, okay? I'll protect you." He rested his head atop Mickey's comfortably for a few seconds before lifting it up again, smile on his lips still as he walked on.

Malcum enjoyed himself the whole walk back to the dorm. He absolutely loved carrying the small teen around in his arms. Once they arrived at the dorm, Malcum brought the sleeping mouse to his bed and gently laid him down, covering him up with the blanket after removing his shoes. Taking a moment to admire what he could call his own, he leaned down and planted a soft kiss on hsi forehead. "Sleep tight, Beautiful," he mumbled with a smile before slipping out of the room and into their kitchen area.

He walked back to the room about an hour and a half later with a glass of milk and a plate full of white-chocolate chip cookies. He chuckled softly as he watched Mickey stir from Mouse bothering him. "I think he's hungry," he told Michael with an amused smile. He set the glass and plate down on the bedside table and sat on the edge of the mattress. "D'you sleep well?" he asked him, brushing the soft strands of hair from Mickey's forehead, looking down at him with adoration. "I made you some cookies and brought you some milk if you want any," he offered, gesturing to the snack beside him, eyes not leaving Mickey's adorable face.

Malcum nodded and watched Michael walk into the other room. He was so worried about him. He understood that he didn't like to be helped, but he also understood that he would eventually need help whether he admitted it to himself or not. He stood and moved into commons as Mickey got done feeding Mouse. He then slipped up behind him and gently rested an arm across his shoulders and another behind his knees. Giving him ample time to figure out what was going on, he scooped him up in his arms and grinned down at him. He carried him back to the bed and laid him down, slipping into bed with him. He easily reached over him and grabbed a cookie, holding it in front of Michael's mouth for him to open up and kissed his shoulder.