Alex curling into him like that, not able to look just about broke Michael's heart, and he wrapped his arms tight around him, holding him close. He knew that feeling, but he'd never gotten to indulge it--there'd been no one there to hold him, and he couldn't let Max know how bad it was.
But he could be that person for Alex. So he just held him while he worked up to saying what he didn't want to say.
Michael wasn't sure if he should ignore it or respond, but it twisted up his heart, tearing him in two different directions. He'd promised Isobel he'd stay, but that was before, and, ultimately...if he checked in or whatever, she couldn't miss him, couldn't need him as much as maybe Alex did, could she?
He turned his head and brushed a kiss over Alex's hair. "Then let's go. Just...go and not come back. I got some money saved up from working at the junkyard. We can just...go somewhere he won't find us. San Francisco or New York or something. You can p-play music..." Yeah, he stumbled over that, but kept going. "And I'll fix cars, and we can just...be us."
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But he could be that person for Alex. So he just held him while he worked up to saying what he didn't want to say.
Michael wasn't sure if he should ignore it or respond, but it twisted up his heart, tearing him in two different directions. He'd promised Isobel he'd stay, but that was before, and, ultimately...if he checked in or whatever, she couldn't miss him, couldn't need him as much as maybe Alex did, could she?
He turned his head and brushed a kiss over Alex's hair. "Then let's go. Just...go and not come back. I got some money saved up from working at the junkyard. We can just...go somewhere he won't find us. San Francisco or New York or something. You can p-play music..." Yeah, he stumbled over that, but kept going. "And I'll fix cars, and we can just...be us."