[How could he have been so blind? All these years and he never knew. The rush of images and memories and feelings is overwhelming and silent tears roll down his cheeks as he stares at Max in wonder. He grew up thinking he was the kid nobody loved and always thought Max watched out for him out of some misplaced sense of duty or pity but he had been so wrong.
If Max had gone through Michael's memories, he would have seen Michael watching Max even when he kept his distance, desperate to be close but too damaged and scared. looking out for Max, trying to protect him time and again. He would have felt the immense relief Michael felt when he was sent back to Roswell even though it was the worst of all his foster homes because it meant he would see Max again and would be able to look out for him and Isobel. He would have seen Michael broken and alone out in the desert so many nights when whatever asshole the state gave him to at the time became too much. There were so many nights he spent in the desert wishing Max was there. He would have seen all the times Michael pushed him away when it was the opposite he wanted. How he hated himself even more after. He would feel the all consuming grief Michael felt when Max died and how he almost gave up on everything but didn't, for Max because he will never give up on him. He would know there is no competition for him in Michael's life and there never has been.]
Max, I never knew...I'm sorry. For everything. [He whispers shakily and kisses him. The kiss is soft and sweet. He can taste Max and the salt of tears and he tries to convey everything he can't find the words to say.
When he pulls away, he wipes at his eyes and laughs quietly.] Man, what was in that tequila?
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Date: 2023-04-02 03:54 pm (UTC)If Max had gone through Michael's memories, he would have seen Michael watching Max even when he kept his distance, desperate to be close but too damaged and scared. looking out for Max, trying to protect him time and again. He would have felt the immense relief Michael felt when he was sent back to Roswell even though it was the worst of all his foster homes because it meant he would see Max again and would be able to look out for him and Isobel. He would have seen Michael broken and alone out in the desert so many nights when whatever asshole the state gave him to at the time became too much. There were so many nights he spent in the desert wishing Max was there. He would have seen all the times Michael pushed him away when it was the opposite he wanted. How he hated himself even more after. He would feel the all consuming grief Michael felt when Max died and how he almost gave up on everything but didn't, for Max because he will never give up on him. He would know there is no competition for him in Michael's life and there never has been.]
Max, I never knew...I'm sorry. For everything. [He whispers shakily and kisses him. The kiss is soft and sweet. He can taste Max and the salt of tears and he tries to convey everything he can't find the words to say.
When he pulls away, he wipes at his eyes and laughs quietly.] Man, what was in that tequila?