Michael didn't get how the guy just walked away from Alex. Michael had never really managed to do it and have it stick.
His head tipped into the hand on his neck, the thumb on his face. Michael was and always had been tactile as hell. It was a secret Alex had figured out early. He touched Michael and as long as they weren't in the middle of a fight, he'd just settle for it.
Now wasn't any exception. "I know you do. It just seems like we're never in a place where that matters more than all the bullshit we come up against, or make for ourselves," Michael said. He opened eyes that had gone half closed. "You ever wish you'd gone with him instead?"
He leaned away finally, reluctant about it, but trying to keep from getting distracted.
"I wasn't objecting. Just trying to make sense of it." He ran a hand through his hair, then rubbed at a bare arm. "So you died, you got drugged into sleeping with a friend. The food's not safe. The city's watching us. Everything is about sex. What happens if you just don't play by their rules? How bad does it go?"
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His head tipped into the hand on his neck, the thumb on his face. Michael was and always had been tactile as hell. It was a secret Alex had figured out early. He touched Michael and as long as they weren't in the middle of a fight, he'd just settle for it.
Now wasn't any exception. "I know you do. It just seems like we're never in a place where that matters more than all the bullshit we come up against, or make for ourselves," Michael said. He opened eyes that had gone half closed. "You ever wish you'd gone with him instead?"
He leaned away finally, reluctant about it, but trying to keep from getting distracted.
"I wasn't objecting. Just trying to make sense of it." He ran a hand through his hair, then rubbed at a bare arm. "So you died, you got drugged into sleeping with a friend. The food's not safe. The city's watching us. Everything is about sex. What happens if you just don't play by their rules? How bad does it go?"