"Thanks for that," Michael says wryly. He doesn't really mind though. He's, by Michael's standards, mellow-seeming here, a little slower to fidget and look for something to do or reasons to be suspicious.
The idea of riding does get lifted eyebrows behind too-long curls though. "Like on a horse?" Michael says. He tries to sound dubious and a little disdainful instead of unsure. Michael's been around cows. But horses are tall and heavy looking and he's not sure he wants to sit on something that tall that can just decide it doesn't want him sitting up there anymore and throw him off. Cows just kind of cow around, chewing and minding their own business. He's not trying to sit on them.
He jerks at the sudden exclamation though, flinching slightly at the crack, automatic wave of alarm going through him. He hadn't broken it, but there's still a part of Michael that can't forget breaking things means he'll be punished for it. "I'll fix it," he says, reflexively, dropping down to crouch next to it.
He frowns though, realizing it's not broken. "No, you're okay. It's just ..." Michael reached for the panel, deftly adjusting and popping it back into place, then sliding it cautiously all the way open, peering into the space behind it. "It's just a secret door," he finishes, a little delighted. "Here, look," he says, reaching up to tug absently at Kyle's shirt.
Kyle is hopping a little from one foot to the other, nervous because of what he's done.
"Shit. I didn't mean to. Fuck, my uncle is never going to let us come down here again." And he knows things are tough between his dad and his brother so he hates that he might have made it worse by breaking the furniture. And any excuse he can come up with isn't going to make it any better.
All the talk of horseback riding and finding something to do goes out the window though, even his fear of what he did, in that moment as Michael says those words.
"Wait, what?"
He drops down on his knees next to Michael, peering at the darkness beyond, and the hinges on the edge of what is definitely a door.
"It's fine, it's a door. It just came off the track," Michael tells him, reassuring him without thinking about it. He knows what it's like to break something and then have to hold your breath and wait for the fallout. It's not the same thing, but still. He wants Kyle to not feel like that.
"I don't know. It's hard to see," Michael says, crouching down more and stretching to reach as far as he can. His fingertips brush something, but it's not close enough, so he shuts his eyes and pulls it closer, trying to be careful. It's stupid, he knows, but he's caught himself being less than cautious around Kyle, sometimes, when it comes to hiding his powers.
It flies into his hand a little too hard and Michael almost loses his balance, the little hidey-hole hiding the movement, hopefully. He sits down, pulling a book box and book out, looking at them curiously before holding them out toward Kyle.
He isn't ready to get in trouble for that, to have to listen to his dad point out how they're guests here and if they can just fix it, it'll be for the best.
Except he's not thinking about that.
Still mesmerized by what Michael can do, even though he takes seriously the trust of having Michael with them. Knowing he's there and that they, Kyle, is willing to do what he can to protect him. He may not be entirely sure about a lot, but he knows he will keep his word to his dad about protecting Michael.
Even if Michael can maybe kick his ass without his abilities and then he has telekinesis so there's that.
For a moment Kyle finds himself caught up in Michael's profile, at how he works to draw the object to him, and he finds himself lost in the soft curls about his face, the concentration... and then he's having something thrust at him and he finds himself blinking.
"What? Oh... Huh..." He takes them into his hands, running his fingers along the cover. "I don't recognize these symbols... except that one." The one he knew was about Michael and his people. About the aliens. "Do you like... I don't know. Feel anything?"
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The idea of riding does get lifted eyebrows behind too-long curls though. "Like on a horse?" Michael says. He tries to sound dubious and a little disdainful instead of unsure. Michael's been around cows. But horses are tall and heavy looking and he's not sure he wants to sit on something that tall that can just decide it doesn't want him sitting up there anymore and throw him off. Cows just kind of cow around, chewing and minding their own business. He's not trying to sit on them.
He jerks at the sudden exclamation though, flinching slightly at the crack, automatic wave of alarm going through him. He hadn't broken it, but there's still a part of Michael that can't forget breaking things means he'll be punished for it. "I'll fix it," he says, reflexively, dropping down to crouch next to it.
He frowns though, realizing it's not broken. "No, you're okay. It's just ..." Michael reached for the panel, deftly adjusting and popping it back into place, then sliding it cautiously all the way open, peering into the space behind it. "It's just a secret door," he finishes, a little delighted. "Here, look," he says, reaching up to tug absently at Kyle's shirt.
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"Shit. I didn't mean to. Fuck, my uncle is never going to let us come down here again." And he knows things are tough between his dad and his brother so he hates that he might have made it worse by breaking the furniture. And any excuse he can come up with isn't going to make it any better.
All the talk of horseback riding and finding something to do goes out the window though, even his fear of what he did, in that moment as Michael says those words.
"Wait, what?"
He drops down on his knees next to Michael, peering at the darkness beyond, and the hinges on the edge of what is definitely a door.
"Whoa. That's so cool. What's in there?"
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"I don't know. It's hard to see," Michael says, crouching down more and stretching to reach as far as he can. His fingertips brush something, but it's not close enough, so he shuts his eyes and pulls it closer, trying to be careful. It's stupid, he knows, but he's caught himself being less than cautious around Kyle, sometimes, when it comes to hiding his powers.
It flies into his hand a little too hard and Michael almost loses his balance, the little hidey-hole hiding the movement, hopefully. He sits down, pulling a book box and book out, looking at them curiously before holding them out toward Kyle.
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He isn't ready to get in trouble for that, to have to listen to his dad point out how they're guests here and if they can just fix it, it'll be for the best.
Except he's not thinking about that.
Still mesmerized by what Michael can do, even though he takes seriously the trust of having Michael with them. Knowing he's there and that they, Kyle, is willing to do what he can to protect him. He may not be entirely sure about a lot, but he knows he will keep his word to his dad about protecting Michael.
Even if Michael can maybe kick his ass without his abilities and then he has telekinesis so there's that.
For a moment Kyle finds himself caught up in Michael's profile, at how he works to draw the object to him, and he finds himself lost in the soft curls about his face, the concentration... and then he's having something thrust at him and he finds himself blinking.
"What? Oh... Huh..." He takes them into his hands, running his fingers along the cover. "I don't recognize these symbols... except that one." The one he knew was about Michael and his people. About the aliens. "Do you like... I don't know. Feel anything?"