Michael glanced over at Alex, not exactly heartened by the look on his face. His head fell and he tried not to feel that aching stab in his heart that always came right before Alex walked away. Heading inside, he figured in for a penny, might as well get that pound, gesturing to the papers, and moving to tug at the tarp.
"I'm pretty sure barfighting isn't exactly terrorist activity, but I'll alert the Pentagon," he mocked, revealing the ship that he's been trying to rebuild, running a hand through his hair as he gestured to it, feeling more exhausted than he'd ever been. "I've never done anything like use you. I couldn't. You mean too much to me."
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Date: 2019-03-20 09:02 am (UTC)"I'm pretty sure barfighting isn't exactly terrorist activity, but I'll alert the Pentagon," he mocked, revealing the ship that he's been trying to rebuild, running a hand through his hair as he gestured to it, feeling more exhausted than he'd ever been. "I've never done anything like use you. I couldn't. You mean too much to me."