It was pure instinct, even though it was one he was used to stifling. He could've dodged the bag of ice water, but he knocked it aside mentally, instead, on a very different trajectory than Alex threw it, so it hit the adjacent wall. He'd wanted to do that a dozen times in group and foster homes, had before he learned that just got you crosses burned in your skin (but, at least, they didn't say "alien," didn't call in the government, though he wonders now if there were reports and Jesse Manes found them).
He didn't even glance at it, once it fell, but kept his gaze on Alex as he explained, and something loosened, a knot he'd had inside him so long it didn't even consciously know it was there anymore. Alex's admission of how tired he was echoed Isobel's from just a few weeks before, and Michael let out a slow sigh, then closed his eyes briefly, rubbing his hand over his face, before moving in closer to Alex in turn, then past him, just a little to drop down onto the bed.
"I'm tired, too. Of all of it. Secrets. Fear. Not knowing where I stand with...anyone, really." He ran a hand through his hair, realized it was still trembling, maybe from the adrenaline of the fight-or-flight response earlier, maybe from something else. "You wanna talk? We can talk."
Though he had no idea where to begin. Possibly with the fact that, oh, yes, the water dripping down the wrong wall. Or not. He wanted Alex to know everything, but everything was a lot, and he was still on guard--less about the secret, more about his heart.
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Date: 2019-03-21 07:59 pm (UTC)He didn't even glance at it, once it fell, but kept his gaze on Alex as he explained, and something loosened, a knot he'd had inside him so long it didn't even consciously know it was there anymore. Alex's admission of how tired he was echoed Isobel's from just a few weeks before, and Michael let out a slow sigh, then closed his eyes briefly, rubbing his hand over his face, before moving in closer to Alex in turn, then past him, just a little to drop down onto the bed.
"I'm tired, too. Of all of it. Secrets. Fear. Not knowing where I stand with...anyone, really." He ran a hand through his hair, realized it was still trembling, maybe from the adrenaline of the fight-or-flight response earlier, maybe from something else. "You wanna talk? We can talk."
Though he had no idea where to begin. Possibly with the fact that, oh, yes, the water dripping down the wrong wall. Or not. He wanted Alex to know everything, but everything was a lot, and he was still on guard--less about the secret, more about his heart.