Michael digs his hands into his hair, almost pulling it out. The curls are longer than they've ever been, a lot to hold onto, and he's just so stupidly angry. "I said," he says, voice low just in case Luke is inside, "that I didn't want to celebrate our chosen birthday. I said it out loud and you were respecting it, but then I come home to this like a gift and..."
He laughs, like he's losing control and he can't believe it.
"And you know what I want, Alex? All I want to do is stuff a pillow or two and some sleeping bags in there and make out with you. How fucked up is that?"
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Date: 2020-06-13 02:04 am (UTC)He laughs, like he's losing control and he can't believe it.
"And you know what I want, Alex? All I want to do is stuff a pillow or two and some sleeping bags in there and make out with you. How fucked up is that?"