There's nothing to be sorry about love. [Honestly, there's nothing there that Michael could have known. They'd both wanted and needed one another, and been scared the whole time. They would have to fight their demons together, now and in the future as they went on. Max had far too many insecurities and Michael had way too many of his own from the life he had lived. It was such a hard life, and it would have Max crying rivers if he'd even glanced through pieces of it.
As it was, he had a feeling, and yet still. Taking Michael by the face, he kisses away the tears. ] Shhh my love. I'm here and I have no fucking idea. I would like to blame it for something, but damn. I found you and we are like this. It was good for us. We should do that again. It was that stupid survey man. It all started with that. That's what happens when you start really talking sex. Speaking of...
[Max glances at their bodies and the couch they're laying on. They are gross. Really, there's blood, sweat, come. Sex is a nasty bit, and they need a bath, or a shower, or a giant hose. something.]
We need to get clean. Bath, shower? [Max groans loudly, but pulls out of Michael, instantly feeling the ache to be a part of him again. It's like there's a hole inside him that he didn't realize was there until Michael filled it. It almost takes his breath away, but he manages to breathe only by pulling Michael up off the couch and into his arms immediately] Your place, I guess you lead the way to the bathroom.
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[Honestly, there's nothing there that Michael could have known. They'd both wanted and needed one another, and been scared the whole time. They would have to fight their demons together, now and in the future as they went on. Max had far too many insecurities and Michael had way too many of his own from the life he had lived. It was such a hard life, and it would have Max crying rivers if he'd even glanced through pieces of it.
As it was, he had a feeling, and yet still. Taking Michael by the face, he kisses away the tears. ] Shhh my love. I'm here and I have no fucking idea. I would like to blame it for something, but damn. I found you and we are like this. It was good for us. We should do that again. It was that stupid survey man. It all started with that. That's what happens when you start really talking sex. Speaking of...
[Max glances at their bodies and the couch they're laying on. They are gross. Really, there's blood, sweat, come. Sex is a nasty bit, and they need a bath, or a shower, or a giant hose. something.]
We need to get clean. Bath, shower? [Max groans loudly, but pulls out of Michael, instantly feeling the ache to be a part of him again. It's like there's a hole inside him that he didn't realize was there until Michael filled it. It almost takes his breath away, but he manages to breathe only by pulling Michael up off the couch and into his arms immediately] Your place, I guess you lead the way to the bathroom.