I Like Long Walks on the Beach

Mal's eyes would go a bit distant, so would his voice, it was almost hollow, because he knew this answer without his mother telling him. "Yeah, I wondered that too, but my mom never told me. But I saw what happened, when I was in his head, I saw his life."

"It was the opposite honestly, terrible luck had plagued him, like a curse almost. His parents had died the following year, car accident, he had no other family and was alone. He couldn't stay with my mom because her parents wanted her to marry into money and generally didn't approve of him. He had it hard, he fell into a depression, started drinking and doing reckless shit, he wanted the universe to take him, because all those years it had seemed to only do that. He started doing crime, stealing, vandalizing, after he left my mom it was armed robbery that put him to jail for so long."

"And-" A pause in his voice as he saw the memories and thoughts flash through his mind. "He didn't leave because my mother was pregnant, he made it seem like that but he couldn't bear the thought of having his cloud of misery floating around a child. So he left, and continued to spiral into pain and bad decisions."

Mal would lay back, it was a bit cold without her next to him, it was a bit saddening, he didn't want to dress yet though. He thought for a moment, considering the events in his life so far. "Well, I have pretty average luck I think, I've had good, like meeting you, and bad, like my iffy past relationships."

He'd look to Eli, thinking about her, how much he loved her, and thinking about himself. "As for how I turn out, I don't know, I fear falling like my father had, and my mother isn't the worst way to turn out but she is not without her faults. I guess, I want to turn out better than both of them, in several aspects of the sense."

Mal would crawl over to her, wrapping his arms around her waist and resting his head against her back, about between her shoulder blades. He heard stories of kids that grew up like that, it was almost stereotypical of rich families, it almost made him feel bad for her in a way, but he was sure she didn't want any sympathy. "And did you have any opinion of your nannies?"

Mal would hum slightly as he nuzzled into her, lightly thinking, "And what do you think of him?"

This was probably the first time he actually heard about her family, at least this in depth before, Mal was really curious. And rather happy that she seemed to be opening up to him more.

He'd get off the bed, giving her a kiss on the back of her neck before getting up. He'd stretch a bit, his body giving a few cracks and creaks, before looking for clothes to put on for the night. Mal noticed all the past tense, meaning something possibly happened to her father, he wasn't going to pry though, even if he was curious.

"So, is that who you want to be like then?" He'd say putting on some boxers.