Michael leans over to get the crutch, holding it out for Alex to hold again, backing away from the counter and carefully taking the posters to put them on top of the fridge where food, dogs, and other disasters won't be able to affect them.
Once done, he helps pull at Alex's hips to get him on his feet, yanking at him until their hips are flush together, which maybe isn't the best thing, because the look really did get him going.
"Your teen self probably had ideas," he mumbles, a little flushed in the cheeks and embarrassed.
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Date: 2020-05-21 01:35 pm (UTC)Once done, he helps pull at Alex's hips to get him on his feet, yanking at him until their hips are flush together, which maybe isn't the best thing, because the look really did get him going.
"Your teen self probably had ideas," he mumbles, a little flushed in the cheeks and embarrassed.