[This was the healthiest relationship Michael has ever had and he's already made so many changes for the better. Max was pushing him to grow, to better himself. Maybe healthy for him looked different than it did for other people. All he knows is what feels right and what feels right is Max.
Max's nature be damned. It makes Michael feel wanted and loved and needed. It's his North Star when he's feeling lost.
They come together so perfectly, fit like they were meant to be together this way, like the broken pieces of the console fusing together at contact as if they had never been broken at all.]
I don't know how to say this so I'm just going to say it and you can sigh all you want. You didn't mess up. Not this time. If you want a list of ways you've messed up throughout our lives I'll give that to you if it will make you feel better but needing me the way you do is not one of them. It never will be. God Max, that's what pulls me back from the ledge. I've spent most of my life feeling unwanted, like I was alone and no one needed me, not my parents or the Evans's or the shitty fucking homes I was placed in, not Alex or Maria or anyone. You are the only person to make me feel like I belong somewhere. Besides, I'm needy as fuck. You're just so good to me I haven't had to embarrass myself yet but you don't know half the shit that goes on in this terrifying brain. [He chuckles softly, feeling himself relax a little more.]
I don't know. I don't mind staying here. There are a lot of memories. Like when I almost bled out on your floor and you had to save me, or when you were in a coma and I poured my heart out to you after building you an alien pacemaker, or when I gave you a blowjob in the kitchen, or you made love to me by the fire. Eventually we can figure out what's next and pick out a place together and make new memories.
[Before Max can pull away from the kiss, Michael captures his bottom lip and pulls him back in, lingering a moment in this perfect space.
What Max says next surprises him but maybe he shouldn't be surprised. Max is a fixer but he doesn't realize he has already fixed everything. Michael is whole because of him. He's terrified to ruin the fragile moment but Max wants to be let in, for Michael to be open and vulnerable and he's not going backwards now.]
Max...I want to marry you more than anything. I want to make you my husband and I'm going to. I just don't want you to do this because I let my insecurities get the best of me for a night. I know you're not going to run out. Every part of my being knows that. I had one bad night. It was important that the date be the same date as the ritual. That's what you wanted. Not the date I came crawling home after being a complete selfish idiot. [His voice is gentle, hands sliding to Max's waist to keep him close, fingers grasping his hips tight, verging on desperate.]
I don't want you to worry I'm going to run out. I'm not going anywhere. The next time I feel insecure or something is bothering me I promise I will talk to you even if it's the middle of the night. But I don't want you to commemorate this date because you think I'm scared you're gonna leave at the finish line.
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Max's nature be damned. It makes Michael feel wanted and loved and needed. It's his North Star when he's feeling lost.
They come together so perfectly, fit like they were meant to be together this way, like the broken pieces of the console fusing together at contact as if they had never been broken at all.]
I don't know how to say this so I'm just going to say it and you can sigh all you want. You didn't mess up. Not this time. If you want a list of ways you've messed up throughout our lives I'll give that to you if it will make you feel better but needing me the way you do is not one of them. It never will be. God Max, that's what pulls me back from the ledge. I've spent most of my life feeling unwanted, like I was alone and no one needed me, not my parents or the Evans's or the shitty fucking homes I was placed in, not Alex or Maria or anyone. You are the only person to make me feel like I belong somewhere. Besides, I'm needy as fuck. You're just so good to me I haven't had to embarrass myself yet but you don't know half the shit that goes on in this terrifying brain. [He chuckles softly, feeling himself relax a little more.]
I don't know. I don't mind staying here. There are a lot of memories. Like when I almost bled out on your floor and you had to save me, or when you were in a coma and I poured my heart out to you after building you an alien pacemaker, or when I gave you a blowjob in the kitchen, or you made love to me by the fire. Eventually we can figure out what's next and pick out a place together and make new memories.
[Before Max can pull away from the kiss, Michael captures his bottom lip and pulls him back in, lingering a moment in this perfect space.
What Max says next surprises him but maybe he shouldn't be surprised. Max is a fixer but he doesn't realize he has already fixed everything. Michael is whole because of him. He's terrified to ruin the fragile moment but Max wants to be let in, for Michael to be open and vulnerable and he's not going backwards now.]
Max...I want to marry you more than anything. I want to make you my husband and I'm going to. I just don't want you to do this because I let my insecurities get the best of me for a night. I know you're not going to run out. Every part of my being knows that. I had one bad night. It was important that the date be the same date as the ritual. That's what you wanted. Not the date I came crawling home after being a complete selfish idiot. [His voice is gentle, hands sliding to Max's waist to keep him close, fingers grasping his hips tight, verging on desperate.]
I don't want you to worry I'm going to run out. I'm not going anywhere. The next time I feel insecure or something is bothering me I promise I will talk to you even if it's the middle of the night. But I don't want you to commemorate this date because you think I'm scared you're gonna leave at the finish line.