"If I made one, it'd have you in it. Pretty sure I wouldn't have gone for forced bdsm city though, if I was left up to my own devices," Michael said, trying for levity without making it there.

He sighed, turned his hand over to curl his fingers with Alex's, squeezing once. "I'm working on getting there, but once I do, pretty sure all I'll want to do is get us out," he pointed out. Not that he's ever had that much luck finding a way off earth. This wasn't earth though, he didn't think. Maybe this one he could crack. "So what do you even do here, day to day, if you've been here that long? Just bang your head against a wall to try to get out in between whatever sex crap they insist on?"