"Same thing for you. You think about it too much, you'll worry about it," Michael said, still quiet.

He followed Alex's gaze down though, seeing the M for the first time and turning his arm gently outward to see it better. Going home for Michael wouldn't be worse than staying here. Roswell was shitty, but it wasn't a tyrannical sex state. So that M was for someone, and it wasn't the Michael that had been here before. "You wanted to remember him that much?" he asked. He tried not to sound hurt, but he didn't really manage it.