But Caspian didn’t seem to mind. No matter Michael’s faults, Caspian still held on. There was a part of Michael that found it mildly amusing that the irony was that he was a knight of Jupiter, and it was almost as though Caspian was willing to ride out whatever storm came his way with him. Hopefully it wouldn’t get so rough that they would be capsized and drown.
Unable to figure out how to respond other than to stare dumbly at Caspian and his gentle smile and soft words, Michael went back to what he knew best; a somewhat exasperated albeit flustered scowl. The expression didn’t quite reach his eyes, which were still swirling with uncertainty.
He opened his mouth to try and explain himself a little better, knowing that Caspian must have been curious as to what he’d been doing, or where he went, or what caused all of this nonsense to happen, but he ended up closing it again soon after.
It didn’t take a genius to realize that Caspian was giving him the space he needed to figure things out and explain everything on his own terms. Whether Caspian was doing it consciously or not, they’d been through enough already that he was sure it was a natural reaction by this point.
Michael lifted a hand from Caspian’s back, and reached up to sink his fingers into his black and colored hair, pulling him back against him for one more tight hug. Michael shook his head, the movement jostling Caspian’s hair as Michael breathed, his face buried against the top of his head.
“Thank you, Cas…”
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Fin!
