[ It's absolutely fucking correct. If he hasn't given up yet, he's not going to. He could point out it would be more efficient to get Gavin to give up on him, but he's not going to shoot himself in the foot like that.
So yeah, he looks him in the eye. For a moment, there's something of an apology in the look of them, before it hardens. Because really, he's the one being mistreated here. Bitten. Thrown around.
He doesn't answer verbally, he just raises his hand with all the fingers and simply flips him off. Mike's other hand is in his pocket, gripping tightly to a very particular switchblade knife. ]
[ That look — and that finger — tell him everything he needs to know. ]
Fine. Don’t need to talk about him anymore. Won’t.
[ Because he sees what he needs to do: get Gavin to give up on Mike, yeah. Then kill him so there’s no fixing that. Just lay a trap and kill a rat dead.
Then Mike would obviously come crawling back. Because of their connection. Because nothing else in the world is right. ]
One last time, then? Let me fuck you one last time, then you can go back to...
[ ...your thing.
He has a hand on his own blade. Not wanting to use it, exactly, but he isn’t against it. If they die, they can die together. Not even Gavin will take that away; he won’t let him. ]
[ Here's the thing: it's a solid plan. As long as Michael didn't figure out who killed Gavin, it would pretty much work out that way, because he would be desperate and alone. But if he figured it out? That's a different story altogether.
He should protest the request. At least fight to get away from him, bite that damn hand or something. But he needs closure here, too. He can't cut off so easily without that.
He doesn't even try to pull the hand away. Let it stay, it makes this feel less like yet another betrayal. He huffs in exasperation at himself, at the entire fucking situation, before he reaches this guy's belt.
That answers enough, right? This is a terrible decision on his part. ]
Mike telling Mike to shut up is peak Mike² content
There’s nothing he could do, is there? Nothing he could do to make you hate him.
[ Yeah, he’s a little pissed. Losing some of his composure as he squeezes that damn railing. ]
Look me in the eye. And you tell me you’re not giving up on him.
[ Then he squeezes Mike’s face with his hand. Tilting it up again, but much less kindly this time. Nails digging into his skin. ]
Not ever?
[ His palm is over Mike’s mouth, but he still expects an answer: muffled or not. ]
Mike still SOMEHOW being a brat he is Peak Brat
So yeah, he looks him in the eye. For a moment, there's something of an apology in the look of them, before it hardens. Because really, he's the one being mistreated here. Bitten. Thrown around.
He doesn't answer verbally, he just raises his hand with all the fingers and simply flips him off. Mike's other hand is in his pocket, gripping tightly to a very particular switchblade knife. ]
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[ That look — and that finger — tell him everything he needs to know. ]
Fine. Don’t need to talk about him anymore. Won’t.
[ Because he sees what he needs to do: get Gavin to give up on Mike, yeah. Then kill him so there’s no fixing that. Just lay a trap and kill a rat dead.
Then Mike would obviously come crawling back. Because of their connection. Because nothing else in the world is right. ]
One last time, then? Let me fuck you one last time, then you can go back to...
[ ...your thing.
He has a hand on his own blade. Not wanting to use it, exactly, but he isn’t against it. If they die, they can die together. Not even Gavin will take that away; he won’t let him. ]
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He should protest the request. At least fight to get away from him, bite that damn hand or something. But he needs closure here, too. He can't cut off so easily without that.
He doesn't even try to pull the hand away. Let it stay, it makes this feel less like yet another betrayal. He huffs in exasperation at himself, at the entire fucking situation, before he reaches this guy's belt.
That answers enough, right? This is a terrible decision on his part. ]