Michael swallowed, firmly telling his mind not to get overly excited about this question, or the various images that rose into his mind at that. 'He's probably just tired and wants to sleep,' he told himself firmly. 'Emotional exhaustion does that to people.'
But was it really just that? Raphael didn't seem that sleepy in the end... But, on the other hand, he had broken off their kiss rather soon, like he didn't enjoy it. No, that surely couldn't be the reason. Raphael had said that he loved him, right?
Michael sighed. If his hands hadn't been currently occupied with holding Raphael, he most certainly would have run one of them through his hair. Or maybe not. Probably yes, though.
Just how was he supposed to take this? Raphael certainly didn't seem to mind being close to him, anything else. But the last time they'd been this close... That time, Raphael had suddenly become afraid, driving him away.
Raphael had been afraid, afraid of him. And, like he'd told Uriel, Michael didn't want that to happen, not ever. If a couple of kisses were enough to make Raphael freak out, just how would he react if Michael took that outwardly innocent question in the way he so desperately wanted to?
He hesitated for a while. He most certainly couldn't say no, not when he finally had Raphael there, right with him.
He was just about to decide that Raphael just wanted to sleep and opened his mouth to answer positively when he was hit by an overwhelming wave of curiosity. No, not curiosity; it was more like a desperate need to know. He had to know just how Raphael had meant that question. If Raphael truly loved him, surely he'd be forgiven even for asking such a stupid question.
Still, his mouth, which usually blurted out the most inappropriate things before his thoughts could get in the way, didn't seem to work. At last, however, he managed to get it cooperate.
"And -- and in what way do you mean that?" he asked, swallowing. It was only with a great effort that he could force himself to meet Raphael's eyes.
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But was it really just that? Raphael didn't seem that sleepy in the end... But, on the other hand, he had broken off their kiss rather soon, like he didn't enjoy it. No, that surely couldn't be the reason. Raphael had said that he loved him, right?
Michael sighed. If his hands hadn't been currently occupied with holding Raphael, he most certainly would have run one of them through his hair. Or maybe not. Probably yes, though.
Just how was he supposed to take this? Raphael certainly didn't seem to mind being close to him, anything else. But the last time they'd been this close... That time, Raphael had suddenly become afraid, driving him away.
Raphael had been afraid, afraid of him. And, like he'd told Uriel, Michael didn't want that to happen, not ever. If a couple of kisses were enough to make Raphael freak out, just how would he react if Michael took that outwardly innocent question in the way he so desperately wanted to?
He hesitated for a while. He most certainly couldn't say no, not when he finally had Raphael there, right with him.
He was just about to decide that Raphael just wanted to sleep and opened his mouth to answer positively when he was hit by an overwhelming wave of curiosity. No, not curiosity; it was more like a desperate need to know. He had to know just how Raphael had meant that question. If Raphael truly loved him, surely he'd be forgiven even for asking such a stupid question.
Still, his mouth, which usually blurted out the most inappropriate things before his thoughts could get in the way, didn't seem to work. At last, however, he managed to get it cooperate.
"And -- and in what way do you mean that?" he asked, swallowing. It was only with a great effort that he could force himself to meet Raphael's eyes.