You know that he's gonna only start thinking about the person he loves from now on. [He nuzzles against Michael.] I'm only gonna start thinking about you from here on out, baby. It may not be the easiest thing all the time, but at least you'll be with me, making the decisions right next to me.
[It's hard to think about what almost happened for Max as well. He could have died and lost out on this. He had done things to save people at the risk of himself, because he was sure that was his course. He'd done things without embracing who he was because he didn't want to let go of the idea that he was a normal person.
He didn't want to be different, but fuck he was different. He was so different and now that he finally knew that and actually loved that about himself, he couldn't look back and think about all he might have lost by his death. He could have lost what he had in his arms. He could have lost this chance to have his soulmate. He can feel the burn of Michael's pain through the link they always share now, and he kisses Michael harder, his grip tightens a little more, knowing that the other alien needs it.
Hey, there is nothing wrong with steak and potatoes, and it is 100% a candlelight dinner thing. Max grins at what's served and moves in closer to Michael, needing the touch every bit as much as the other.]
What are you talking about. Fancy restaurants serve this all the time by candlelight. You made me my favorite meal, and did it without being asked. How could this get any better. I love you.
[before he even thinks about taking a bite, he leans over and kisses Michael simply on the lips. It's better than an evening prayer for him, and makes far more sense.] I think we should keep that as a ritual before any meal.
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Date: 2023-04-29 03:49 pm (UTC)[It's hard to think about what almost happened for Max as well. He could have died and lost out on this. He had done things to save people at the risk of himself, because he was sure that was his course. He'd done things without embracing who he was because he didn't want to let go of the idea that he was a normal person.
He didn't want to be different, but fuck he was different. He was so different and now that he finally knew that and actually loved that about himself, he couldn't look back and think about all he might have lost by his death. He could have lost what he had in his arms. He could have lost this chance to have his soulmate. He can feel the burn of Michael's pain through the link they always share now, and he kisses Michael harder, his grip tightens a little more, knowing that the other alien needs it.
Hey, there is nothing wrong with steak and potatoes, and it is 100% a candlelight dinner thing. Max grins at what's served and moves in closer to Michael, needing the touch every bit as much as the other.]
What are you talking about. Fancy restaurants serve this all the time by candlelight. You made me my favorite meal, and did it without being asked. How could this get any better. I love you.
[before he even thinks about taking a bite, he leans over and kisses Michael simply on the lips. It's better than an evening prayer for him, and makes far more sense.] I think we should keep that as a ritual before any meal.