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Mike finally settles Abby into bed, wishing her a good night and promising to hang her new favorite crayon drawing on the fridge.
He walked into the living room to turn off the TV when he heard a knock at the front door. He was completely still for a while, flipping through the options in his head of what could possibly be at his door this late at night.
He heard another knock at the door, this one more incessant. Mike bit his tongue and opened his door. He looked up to see Michael, standing still. It had been almost a week since they last met. He had wide eyes and his lips were in a thin line, as if he hadn't rehearsed what he was going to say.
"Hello, Mike."
"Hey, Michael." Mike stays firm in his stand. He has no idea what is about to come out of the other man's mouth, and he hates that feeling.
"May I come in?" He's so formal for a psychopath. If Mike didn't know any better, he'd think him for a law abiding citizen.
He weighs his options, knowing a few weeks ago he would have attacked the man for even coming here, but also knowing if he said no, Michael would turn on his feet and likely not come back.
Mike bites his lip, "Okay." He moves out of the doorway, Michael steps in.
Michael wipes the bottom of his shoes on the mat before he sits on the couch, eyes glazing over as he views the lights flashing on the TV. It's only when Mike turns it off that he snaps back into focus.
Michael digs in his left pocket, pulling out a slightly crumpled folded piece of paper and handing it to Mike. Mike doesn't even have time to open it before the other speaks.
"Phone number, the one to my flip phone. I only ever used it to receive calls from Dad." Mike tenses up at the mention of William, "I was hoping for more... communication between us. It seems to be what you're looking for." Michael finishes speaking as he looks up from where his hands are intertwined in his lap, staring at Mike for any sort of reaction.
Mike coughs into his hand, clearing his throat, "It's- it's a start." He trails off before meeting the other's eyes, "Thank you."
Michael nods and gets up, but gets stopped with a hand on his shoulder. He turns back to see Mike snapping his fingers at his side, a nervous habit of his.
"What if you stay? Just for a little bit."
"But Abby-"
"Abby's asleep." Mike still isn't entirely comfortable with hearing his sister's name come out of his mouth.
Michael stands there for a bit before seemingly coming to a conclusion in his mind, "Very well."
He sits back in the same spot he just sat in. He wrings his hands together, somewhat uncomfortably. Mike sits next to him on the couch, trying to relax.
"Have you... talked to my sister?" Michael starts.
"No, I don't want anything to do with her anymore."
"But you want something to do with me? Last time I checked, she didn't try to kill you." Michael's laugh was short, but it held emotion that Mike didn't often see in the other man.
Mike smiled at the other's attempt at (admittedly, dark) humor, he was never good socially. Not that Mike was much better of course.
"I missed you, you know." Mike grimaces at his own voice.
Michael perks up, "I missed you too." His hands stop wringing together, Mike sees that as a win.
"You said that you wanted more." He continues.
"I do."
"What does that mean? For us?"
Mike's heart skips a beat at the term "us", Michael had never referred to a them, together, anything like that.
"Do things that couples do, I suppose." Mike's eyebrows furrow as he chooses his words, "I've always wanted something like that. My whole life has been so busy that I didn't have the time... But now I do, somewhat, I'd like to think that I do." Mike smirks at his attempt at conveying his thoughts.
"I thought you'd be too traumatized to ever want that, especially from me." Michael copies Mike's smirk, leaning in closer to the other.
Mike playfully shoves the other back a bit, keeping the smile on his face so the other wouldn't have the wrong idea. It seemed to work, considering Michael brings his hand to hold Mike's own.
Mike leans over to kiss the other, Michael gladly complies. When he tries to take his hand from the other, Mike tightens his grip and bites Michael's lip. He laughs and allows Mike to continue holding his hand. He uses his free hand to card his fingers through Mike's only somewhat greasy hair.
Mike pulls back slightly, panting into Michael's mouth, "Missed you. Missed this."
Michael smiles and kisses the top of his... partner's forehead. He smiles wider at the thought. Maybe he could get used to this.