"For how long before someone came at us with a bat?" Michael asked, joking, but cynical too. For every good, there was just usually a hell of a backslide to bad.
"Yeah, maybe," Michael admitted. But Alex had years here on him. Years with other people, time lived, a whole different, screwed up world to cope with them in. That other Michael had figured out a place, he guessed, but had it been what he wanted, or just the best he could get?
Michael thought it was probably the latter. And if he wanted to be honest, that's what he'd take too in the end. Because he never really got by without Alex, not really. He just survived and kept going for lack of a better idea, dreaming of another world he'd probably never see and half the time forgot to want to get to, when he was with Alex. He just usually wasn't with him.
He tipped toward the fingers in his hair though, because he was weak as hell for Alex. "I'm glad you had him. I meant that. It's just a lot to take in. Feels kind of like ..." he trailed off and then shook his head. "I don't know. I also know that all of this is probably the last thing I should be worried about when I need to figure out how to get around here." And a way back, or to get communication back - but if some other him with years here hadn't figured it out, along with Alex and Kyle, Michael wasn't liking the odds.
He huffed a laugh though, finally slipping his hand free of Alex's with a last squeeze. "Yeah. You and me can definitely pull off casual, friendly sex without any baggage or feelings getting in the way." His tone was wry. "Just give me a few days to figure things out, all right? And keep in touch so I know you're not dying of dehydration from a mandatory participation orgy or something."
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"Yeah, maybe," Michael admitted. But Alex had years here on him. Years with other people, time lived, a whole different, screwed up world to cope with them in. That other Michael had figured out a place, he guessed, but had it been what he wanted, or just the best he could get?
Michael thought it was probably the latter. And if he wanted to be honest, that's what he'd take too in the end. Because he never really got by without Alex, not really. He just survived and kept going for lack of a better idea, dreaming of another world he'd probably never see and half the time forgot to want to get to, when he was with Alex. He just usually wasn't with him.
He tipped toward the fingers in his hair though, because he was weak as hell for Alex. "I'm glad you had him. I meant that. It's just a lot to take in. Feels kind of like ..." he trailed off and then shook his head. "I don't know. I also know that all of this is probably the last thing I should be worried about when I need to figure out how to get around here." And a way back, or to get communication back - but if some other him with years here hadn't figured it out, along with Alex and Kyle, Michael wasn't liking the odds.
He huffed a laugh though, finally slipping his hand free of Alex's with a last squeeze. "Yeah. You and me can definitely pull off casual, friendly sex without any baggage or feelings getting in the way." His tone was wry. "Just give me a few days to figure things out, all right? And keep in touch so I know you're not dying of dehydration from a mandatory participation orgy or something."