[ Michael can hear the history in the floor and the walls. The glass on the floor. The items in the fridge, and hanging in the closet. The soap in the bathroom.
He doesn't realize sleep is creeping up on him in the stillness until it's far too late, and the dream comes. Senses alight with it, familiarity rushes over him. There's a soreness to his body from fighting that is familiar. He can feel the warmth and movement of another body near his own.
With a groan and a huff that turns into a smile, he manages to roll over and playfully toss an edge of the blanket in the other man's direction. ]
I didn't steal them. You were out and they just happened to migrate to my side of the bed. [ Searching for anything out of the ordinary that might stand out by scent or any other sensation. ] Must not have been too bad out there, you didn't break much of a sweat.
How come you always get the quiet nights? [ He doesn't, but it's a familiar tease after all this time going out. He tucks his left arm up under the pillow so that he can rest his head and still face Matt. ]
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He doesn't realize sleep is creeping up on him in the stillness until it's far too late, and the dream comes. Senses alight with it, familiarity rushes over him. There's a soreness to his body from fighting that is familiar. He can feel the warmth and movement of another body near his own.
With a groan and a huff that turns into a smile, he manages to roll over and playfully toss an edge of the blanket in the other man's direction. ]
I didn't steal them. You were out and they just happened to migrate to my side of the bed. [ Searching for anything out of the ordinary that might stand out by scent or any other sensation. ] Must not have been too bad out there, you didn't break much of a sweat.
How come you always get the quiet nights? [ He doesn't, but it's a familiar tease after all this time going out. He tucks his left arm up under the pillow so that he can rest his head and still face Matt. ]