Thread:ThisIsXenon/@comment-34147452-20190802011425/@comment-32273133-20190920233050

//sure

//option a it shall be

Micah woke up first.

No nightmares, was his first thought, then no meds, then he finally figured it out.

''Damian. He’s here.'' He’d finally felt safe enough to sleep and not have a nightmare pop up. That alone almost brought him to tears. It’s been so long....

He let go of Damian’s shirt and stretched his fingers slowly. Now that he was close and not distracted, he could finally completely appreciate the fact that, even with his Min-Jin disguise, Damian was still quite attractive. He was solid and secure and, dare he admit, just as hot as Micah remembered. And he adorable when he was asleep. Micah felt the butterflies flutter in his gut. ''Gay. I’m so gay.'' There was something tugging at the back of his kind, something familiar about that feeling, but he didn’t try to pursue it.

Micah—banged-up, bedraggled, bloody, mentally fucked, and in desperate need of a shower—wasn’t worthy. He knew it in his bones. But he wasn’t going to stay that way. He would get better. ''Get functioning for him. Stay alive for him.'' That was his new mantra. He couldn’t muster up the self esteem to do it for himself, so he would do it for Damian.