"If you hadn't found me in the back of my truck, with your stolen guitar, you never would've offered me the shed," Michael says, feeling like he wants to carry that logic down the road. "You gave me a guitar, I freaked out, and then we kissed. I fell in love with you for your kindness, your generosity, your you ness."
He grabs the side of the truck to hold on, squeezing tightly.
"I don't want to sell them," he says quietly. "It's where we made out during those lazy summer days, when I realized I couldn't love anyone the way I could love you. And the Airstream..." He gives him a shaky smile. "I got good memories there, too. Got a redo, don't we? No Isobel and bagels here."
See, cuz Michael doesn't look at them and think of the bad things, even though he knows they're there. They're so good, but he's mad that this place is co-opting them to piss him off by going against his wishes about a birthday.
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Date: 2020-06-14 12:49 am (UTC)He grabs the side of the truck to hold on, squeezing tightly.
"I don't want to sell them," he says quietly. "It's where we made out during those lazy summer days, when I realized I couldn't love anyone the way I could love you. And the Airstream..." He gives him a shaky smile. "I got good memories there, too. Got a redo, don't we? No Isobel and bagels here."
See, cuz Michael doesn't look at them and think of the bad things, even though he knows they're there. They're so good, but he's mad that this place is co-opting them to piss him off by going against his wishes about a birthday.