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Mike wakes up yet again, he wonders how many days he has left to wake up. He turns his head to the side when he hears a shuffle of the covers. It's Michael, obviously, not many people would willingly be in bed with him. He doubts he wants anybody but Michael there, actually.
Michael wakes up quickly, which Mike considers fair, it's probably not very common for someone like Michael to sleep anywhere but his own house.
"Hi." Michael is the first to say something, it eases something in Mike.
"Hey." He responds.
They lay in silence for a bit, sun is just rising, appearing in the lower half of the window, filtered through the curtain. It shines onto Michael's pale skin, it makes Mike aware of something.
A sleeve of Michael's long sleeve shirt was rolled back from moving while asleep, Mike saw many, many white lines all over his wrist and arm. Mike grimaced, he tried to not look so hard, but he saw one that was almost wider than it was long, it made his stomach twist. He would be a hypocrite to tell Michael he shouldn't have ever done that, but seeing it on his lover? That's different.
Michael watched as Mike leaned over, hand grabbing his wrist. That's when Michael noticed too. His eyes were filled with worry, worry with what Mike would think. He doesn't think about the confession Mike made when he bandaged Michael back at the Pizzeria, he was far too focused on whatever Mike was doing.
Mike just leans his face forward, pressing small kisses to the scars. It goes on for a bit until Mike yawns, making him stop and lay his face back onto the pillow. That makes Michael laugh.
"Alright Love, I gotta get up." Mike freezes, confusing Michael.
"What?"
"You called me love, at least, I think you did." Mike quietly admits.
Michael takes a second to think about the previous moment, coming to the conclusion that he did, in fact, call Mike "love".
"Oh well." Michael continues to get out of the covers.
"Oh well?" Mike asks, smiling, "You just called me something that wasn't my actual name for the first time and all I get is an 'Oh well'?!" Mike grabs Michael's shoulders, laughing as he talks. Michael ends up laughing too.
"What more could I say?" Michael smiles.
"You could... Never mind." Mike admits defeat, letting his head sink further into the comfort of the bed beneath him.
"Can I go now?" Michael chuckles before he kisses Mike's forehead.
"I'm not the boss of you." Mike shoves the other back playfully.
Michael leans up and stretches, Mike hears all his joints cracking and popping. Mike's eyes dart to the side, contemplating something. "I have a question, actually."
Michael turns his head, "And that is?"
"You know how you said things didn't feel official between us?" Michael nods, "Well, I'm asking you now, will you be my boyfriend?" Mike reaches out his hand, palm up and open. He watches as Michael's face slightly changes with each emotion he's feeling. He settles on something thats calm, full of hope. He takes Mike's hand in his own. "I will."
Michael leans down to kiss Mike, he keeps it quick though, since Mike is already mumbling something about him brushing his teeth.
Michael pulls away, smirking, "You'll have to get me a toothbrush for here eventually." Mike dramatically groans at the idea of Michael being here for very long periods of time.
"You can get one I haven't opened yet." Mike swings his legs off the bed, sliding his feet into the soft house shoes. He forgets how old these things are.
"You treat me so well." Michael teases.
"Yeah, I know." A smile strewn across his face. Mike finally feels content, it's been a long time since he felt that. He stares down at his own hand, he wonders what it would look like with a ring on it.