Michael watched him for a moment, gave him a small smile when Alex looked at him. He shucked off his jeans and socks, 'til he was in just his boxers and a t-shirt, then turned down the covers.
His gaze brushed over the prosthetic and the abrupt ending of Alex's leg, and had a flash of hurt and anger, for him, for his pain. But it certainly wasn't anything he wanted Alex to be shy about. He got it, though, if on a smaller level. He still had his hand, but it didn't work right anymore. He hated when people stared at it, hated more when they purposefully avoided looking at it.
He settled down under the covers, rolling on his side to face Alex, watching him expectantly.
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Date: 2019-03-24 07:47 am (UTC)His gaze brushed over the prosthetic and the abrupt ending of Alex's leg, and had a flash of hurt and anger, for him, for his pain. But it certainly wasn't anything he wanted Alex to be shy about. He got it, though, if on a smaller level. He still had his hand, but it didn't work right anymore. He hated when people stared at it, hated more when they purposefully avoided looking at it.
He settled down under the covers, rolling on his side to face Alex, watching him expectantly.