You enlisted. Michael wanted to say. You chose what he wanted for you over what we could have had. But this wasn't about that, and Michael didn't have the energy to fight. He wrapped his arms around himself, waited for the relief to come, because Alex apparently knew--or at least knew someone thought they were aliens--and that was a secret he'd hated keeping. The longer Liz and Kyle knew about it, the more ridiculous it did that Alex didn't.
His brain kept cycling, but he made himself turn around, leaning back on the railing, arms still tight around himself, like that would hold in everything pressing to get out.
"That's not what I meant." Alex had known what he was going to say, what this meeting would be about; he'd had time to prepare. Michael was trying to catch up. He looked up Alex, still pale, gaze wary, afraid, even, though he was still trying to get the reaction back under control, not analyze the reasons for it. "Thank you, for not believing the worst. For...protecting us..." If that was the why. "But I need to know what he knows, not just what he thinks. What you know. Who else he might've told."
Whether Alex believed him about any of it--though Michael's reaction probably erased doubts. Whether Manes knew about their powers. Whether or not Alex's dad was the only threat, or if they needed to run. Now was not the best time for that, with Isobel, but they'd work it out if they knew what they were up against.
He was struggling, trying to pull back to himself, to find a smart-ass remark, but this wasn't the time, and he couldn't muster up his usual anger, even if that was his normal response to fear. There wasn't a target; Alex didn't deserve his temper, and it was just throwing it more internally.
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Date: 2019-03-21 05:57 am (UTC)His brain kept cycling, but he made himself turn around, leaning back on the railing, arms still tight around himself, like that would hold in everything pressing to get out.
"That's not what I meant." Alex had known what he was going to say, what this meeting would be about; he'd had time to prepare. Michael was trying to catch up. He looked up Alex, still pale, gaze wary, afraid, even, though he was still trying to get the reaction back under control, not analyze the reasons for it. "Thank you, for not believing the worst. For...protecting us..." If that was the why. "But I need to know what he knows, not just what he thinks. What you know. Who else he might've told."
Whether Alex believed him about any of it--though Michael's reaction probably erased doubts. Whether Manes knew about their powers. Whether or not Alex's dad was the only threat, or if they needed to run. Now was not the best time for that, with Isobel, but they'd work it out if they knew what they were up against.
He was struggling, trying to pull back to himself, to find a smart-ass remark, but this wasn't the time, and he couldn't muster up his usual anger, even if that was his normal response to fear. There wasn't a target; Alex didn't deserve his temper, and it was just throwing it more internally.