[Watching him so close and so far he has seen flashes of recognition. None of them have lasted this long. Is it the storm? Is this Mike himself breaking through whatever the fuck the Hand had done to him? Frank swallows thickly. That touch is so simple and yet so, so much warmer than the rain or his skin. He gives in and lets his head tilt into that touch.]
...I wanted to keep you with me.
[Is it too much to say? Too much to wish? Frank gives their joined hands another squeeze. The sound of his name in Mike's voice with such tenderness makes his heartbeat flutter, anxious.]
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...I wanted to keep you with me.
[Is it too much to say? Too much to wish? Frank gives their joined hands another squeeze. The sound of his name in Mike's voice with such tenderness makes his heartbeat flutter, anxious.]
I still do.