revolvings | i am working on the other tags i swear. he just has to talk to max :3 (Reply)

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[He didn't intend to be gone all night and most of the day. He had planned on coming back last night, crawling back into bed with his fiance and holding on as tight as he could until the storm raging in his mind quieted down. The thing is, spending some time holed up in his old workshop did help; if anything it let him spiral away from worrying about his shit touching Max. Regardless of Max's reassurances and the fact that Michael knew Max was more than familiar with his baggage, there was that lingering fear that he would become too much one day or that after everything Max went through, he deserved someone less like...him. These thoughts were becoming less and less frequent it was just...some nights, man. Then there were other nights where he would wake up in a cold sweat after having a nightmare about Max dying. Those were harder to shake and usually ended with him holding onto the other man for dear life.

He's practically jumping out of the truck before the engine is off and walks through the front door, cardboard box in his arms.]

Hey, you home? [He calls out, placing the box on a nearby table.] Sorry that took me so long.