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[littleorphanalien]

Michael's been in this house for a few days and he's starting to realize that there's no other shoe that's going to drop. Alex isn't going to hurt him. They're not going to send him out in the cold. Luke's pretty cool and Bopp's really sweet, and it almost feels like a home. Of course, every time it's too good to be true, something comes out of nowhere to ruin that, but if this is really his home when he gets older, then it's not so bad.

Besides, the pod in the bathroom and all the alien materials around make it clear that he really does live here and trust in Alex.

It's why he pries the guitar from its case and tentatively approaches where Alex is sitting with the computer in the main room. Bopp is in tow, bounding at his ankles and she's kind of cute. He kind of likes her -- just like he kind of likes this place. "Hey," he calls over to Alex, nodding to get his attention. "So uh, you said you could teach me how to play the guitar?"

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[unendurable]

That Michael comes in for a hug is nearly enough to make Alex completely and wholly break. He nearly collapses then, clinging to Michael as he presses his face to the top of his head. Eyes closed tight, trying so hard not to sob.

"You're welcome, Michael. It's okay. It really is. Whatever we have to do, we'll get through this, okay? All of us."