[ James takes his hand. Michael smiles with his eyes.
Michael feels everything. Every scar, every callus, every thickened joint, and battle-hardened bone. James' hands say more about him than anything he's said aloud.
They remind him of his brothers hands. Big, and strong, adept at hurting, and surprisingly capable of holding. Michael misses him. The corner of his mouth quirks. If Lincoln is gone, there's no point to any of it. If he allows himself to stop, and think about the possibility of having lost him, of losing, it might kill him.
He breathes in through his nose. Forces the thought back into the small, dark cell at the back of his mind where he keeps his fear, anxiety and regret under lock and key.
His grip is soft. Yielding. Allowing James to make as much, or as little, of the motion as he pleases. Michael's strength has never been one of force, or assertion. The warmth of his hand, and the suggestion of his fingertips, have their own hold. ]
What's your poison? Personally, I'm all about cake. Chocolate cake, specifically. The darker, the better.
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Michael feels everything. Every scar, every callus, every thickened joint, and battle-hardened bone. James' hands say more about him than anything he's said aloud.
They remind him of his brothers hands. Big, and strong, adept at hurting, and surprisingly capable of holding. Michael misses him. The corner of his mouth quirks. If Lincoln is gone, there's no point to any of it. If he allows himself to stop, and think about the possibility of having lost him, of losing, it might kill him.
He breathes in through his nose. Forces the thought back into the small, dark cell at the back of his mind where he keeps his fear, anxiety and regret under lock and key.
His grip is soft. Yielding. Allowing James to make as much, or as little, of the motion as he pleases. Michael's strength has never been one of force, or assertion. The warmth of his hand, and the suggestion of his fingertips, have their own hold. ]
What's your poison? Personally, I'm all about cake. Chocolate cake, specifically. The darker, the better.