Michael would disagree that Alex's hand on his dick was a bad idea--it was an excellent idea, a perfect distraction from his own rambling bringing the mood down. He gave Alex a wry smile.

"I'm more worried about you. You have to live with him." And that worried Michael sick, wondeirng what Jesse Manes would do to his son. Alex had said it was bad, and Michael had seen him ready to go after Alex.

"Unless you wanna come share my truck," he said in a hurry to move on to something happier. "Though I can't recommend it for predictability or stability."