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Jun. 30th, 2020 09:21 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
littleorphanalienHis back fucking hurts.
It's the first thing that comes to mind. His back hurts and he's cold, with no body beside him kicking off heat. Letting out a sleepy whine, he turns to search for Alex or Bopp, not sure why they've both abandoned him so early in the day, but when he reaches for them, he rolls right onto the floor, hitting with a heavy thud. Grimacing, he pops up, hair a mess, and stares around the bedroom --
-- which is not a bedroom, but his Airstream.
"Fuck!" he lets out a shout of alarm, frantically searching in the mirror to see if his tattoo is still there. It is, shown off in his shirtless glory. He grabs at a well-worn t-shirt and his cowboy hat, jamming his feet into boots as he grabs his truck keys, shouting for Alex as he gets out.
"What the hell kind of noise are you making, kid?"
"Sanders," Michael says, gaping at him. "Sanders," he repeats, like he's still in disbelief he's seeing him. "You seen Alex Manes?"
"Not since those weeks you were bringing him around and expecting me to not notice," he replies wryly. "Should I be seeing him?"
Michael shakes his head, ignoring the way he's blushing like an idiot as he bolts for the truck, promising to be back for work later. He heads straight for town, driving past Alex's house, but there's no movement there. He goes to the bunker next, then the Pony. Maria hasn't seen him, and he's running out of places to go. He avoids Isobel and Max, mainly because he wants to see them desperately, but he needs to find Alex first.
The Crashdown is the last resort before he goes back to Alex's house and ends up camping outside of his house. He storms into the Crashdown, searching around him in a circle as Arturo asks if he's okay. "I'm fine," he says absently, "I'm just looking for...Alex," he says, and sees him as he turns to look at the entrance, heart pounding. "Alex," he says, advancing. "Alex, is it you? Are you my Alex?"
It's the first thing that comes to mind. His back hurts and he's cold, with no body beside him kicking off heat. Letting out a sleepy whine, he turns to search for Alex or Bopp, not sure why they've both abandoned him so early in the day, but when he reaches for them, he rolls right onto the floor, hitting with a heavy thud. Grimacing, he pops up, hair a mess, and stares around the bedroom --
-- which is not a bedroom, but his Airstream.
"Fuck!" he lets out a shout of alarm, frantically searching in the mirror to see if his tattoo is still there. It is, shown off in his shirtless glory. He grabs at a well-worn t-shirt and his cowboy hat, jamming his feet into boots as he grabs his truck keys, shouting for Alex as he gets out.
"What the hell kind of noise are you making, kid?"
"Sanders," Michael says, gaping at him. "Sanders," he repeats, like he's still in disbelief he's seeing him. "You seen Alex Manes?"
"Not since those weeks you were bringing him around and expecting me to not notice," he replies wryly. "Should I be seeing him?"
Michael shakes his head, ignoring the way he's blushing like an idiot as he bolts for the truck, promising to be back for work later. He heads straight for town, driving past Alex's house, but there's no movement there. He goes to the bunker next, then the Pony. Maria hasn't seen him, and he's running out of places to go. He avoids Isobel and Max, mainly because he wants to see them desperately, but he needs to find Alex first.
The Crashdown is the last resort before he goes back to Alex's house and ends up camping outside of his house. He storms into the Crashdown, searching around him in a circle as Arturo asks if he's okay. "I'm fine," he says absently, "I'm just looking for...Alex," he says, and sees him as he turns to look at the entrance, heart pounding. "Alex," he says, advancing. "Alex, is it you? Are you my Alex?"
