Shifting into that touch, moving his arm and sliding it along the bed of the truck behind Michael so that he's almost holding him, testing the water between them. He likes how it feels though, likes being close to him. And not for the obvious reason.
"I seriously want to camp with you in the snow," he says suddenly, chuckling. "Just curl up in a tent and be toasty," he says, shrugging because it's kind of a dumb thing to think about but now it's in his head.
Falling quiet for a minute before looking at Michael's profile.
"She's stronger than me," he says, staring at the desert, the scent of sand and dust and sage and creosotes as comforting as the heat of whiskey in his system. "I learned just parts of my life was all of this bullshit and I can't stop thinking about how much it changes everything in my head."
His dad was a monster who died violently because of it. His dad helped cover up things. Because of him people were held and tortured for being different. The man he idolized likely never helped Michael because of that.
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"I seriously want to camp with you in the snow," he says suddenly, chuckling. "Just curl up in a tent and be toasty," he says, shrugging because it's kind of a dumb thing to think about but now it's in his head.
Falling quiet for a minute before looking at Michael's profile.
"She's stronger than me," he says, staring at the desert, the scent of sand and dust and sage and creosotes as comforting as the heat of whiskey in his system. "I learned just parts of my life was all of this bullshit and I can't stop thinking about how much it changes everything in my head."
His dad was a monster who died violently because of it. His dad helped cover up things. Because of him people were held and tortured for being different. The man he idolized likely never helped Michael because of that.