"What does it matter?" asked Michael quietly. "It's not like I have any chance with him anyway."
Again, Michael raised a hand to silence Uriel before the other could say anything. "After I talked with him, well... He asked me to -- to kiss him. Of course I did -- and I've never felt anything better, anything that could even compare to it." Even now, the memory of it filled him with such delight that he simply didn't find words for it. It also filled him with something else, something that was rather awkward in Uriel's company.
"But he pulled away, and -- he was afraid, Uriel. Afraid of me." Michael closed his eyes as a barrier against the pain that tried to reach him through the still very fresh memory. "I don't ever want to see that look on his face again, Uriel. Not even if avoiding seeing it means staying away from him for the rest of my existence." At the end of the sentence his voice was merely a broken whisper.
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Again, Michael raised a hand to silence Uriel before the other could say anything. "After I talked with him, well... He asked me to -- to kiss him. Of course I did -- and I've never felt anything better, anything that could even compare to it." Even now, the memory of it filled him with such delight that he simply didn't find words for it. It also filled him with something else, something that was rather awkward in Uriel's company.
"But he pulled away, and -- he was afraid, Uriel. Afraid of me." Michael closed his eyes as a barrier against the pain that tried to reach him through the still very fresh memory. "I don't ever want to see that look on his face again, Uriel. Not even if avoiding seeing it means staying away from him for the rest of my existence." At the end of the sentence his voice was merely a broken whisper.