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After getting cleaned up, Michael goes to find Brian to tell him he's okay. Brian yells, before hugging him tightly. Assurances are made before Michael starts to fall asleep and Brian leads him off to take a nap in his bed, not wanting to let his best friend out of sight.
The first priorities Michael had upon reaching the compound, and letting his mother fuss over him for a bit, was a shower and clothes. He stunk to high heaven and he was rather tired of running around half naked. He'd taken the longest shower in his entire life, wanting every once of blood, mud and sweat off of him, scrubbing until his skin was pink. After cleaning and bandaging the worst of the cuts on his legs, he dug out his most comfortable clothes, ironically the jeans he'd arrived in and just a plain white shirt, and went looking for the one person he hadn't seen yet.
Brian, unsurprisingly, was stoned. After Saturday (and being yelled at by Deb for being a stupid asshole) he'd gone back to just smoking weed, except for the several hours he'd spent yesterday wandering the jungle, calling for Mikey. It had shut Deb up, even though he'd felt kind of stupid doing it, and the effort had been for nothing, just like he'd thought it would be.
He was resigned to endless days of existing in a haze of weed, waiting for the ache to fade, and was just heading outside to have another joint before the buzz from the first one wore off. He stepped outside of his room and froze. "...Mikey."
Brian looked awful. Michael frowned for a moment, looking him over. What had happened? It just then hit him how hard his disappearance would have effected his best friend. He hadn't even thought...Biting his lip Michael gave Brian a small smile. "Hey Brian." He wasn't sure what to do, with Brian staring at him like a ghost, so he stayed where he was.
All of the suppressed fear and pain coalesced all at once into anger, just as it had when he'd gone through this shit over Justin a year ago. "...Where the fuck have you been!?" he yelled, and then he was closing the distance between them, pulling Michael against him and hugging him fiercely, as if afraid he would disappear again.
Michael didn't say anything, not even surprised at being yelled at. He just held Brian as hard as the other was holding him. There wasn't anything he could say.
Brian buried his face in Michael's hair, closing his eyes as his heart pounded in his chest, emotion churning in him. "Don't you ever fucking do that to me again," he murmured, knowing even as he said it that Michael wasn't to blame, but christ. He couldn't handle not having Mikey. He'd been falling apart, just like he had every other time he'd had to live a Mikey-less life. He needed him, and he knew it. And more than that, Mikey was the one person in the world he didn't mind admitting that about. "Jesus, I thought you were gone."
"I'm sorry." Michael said softly, unable to help himself. He couldn't help feel the slight guilt of having caused this, even though he knew it wasn't his fault. It was his very instinct to take care of Brian (and to have Brian take care of him) and seeing him like this brought tears to his eyes. "I wasn't. It..." He'd hadn't had a problem explaining to anyone else, but now he stumbled. "The island. I was over with the dinosaurs," He almost said like Justin but stopped himself. "But I'm here. I'm not gone....I'm still here Brian." He was babbling he knew, but he didn't care. He just held tighter to his best friend.
"Don't ever leave me," Brian pleaded, hating how desperate his voice sounded, but not even trying to stop the words, even so. "I need you, Mikey. You know that." He nuzzled Michael's hair, breathing him in, letting the incredible tension of the last few days slowly drain away.
"Never, Brian...never." Michael pulled his head away gently to look at Brian with his watery gaze, that steeled itself to show how serious he was. "Not even this fucking island can do that."
Brian nodded curtly and then kissed Michael firmly on the mouth, exhaling shakily. As he pulled back, feeling a little calmer, he loosened his hold on Michael, giving him a considering look. "So what the fuck happened? This island isn't that fucking big, what took you so long?" He wasn't sure he wanted to hear, but he knew he wouldn't be happy just not knowing.
Michael returned the kiss with all the energy he had left, which wasn't much, so he was glad Brian didn't let go. In those last few moments, he'd forgotten who drained he was but now it came back and he leaned on him. "I met up with Julian Bell, one of Guy's friends, out there and he was already injured with a badly sprained ankle. We had to go slow after that. Plus, we got attacked by some bird like dinosaur, was slowed is up even more."
Brian rubbed his hand over Michael's back, snorting quietly. "Jesus. Leave it to you to pick up strays," he muttered, but there was an unmistakeably fond note in his voice.
Michael snorted softly. "I couldn't leave him. and I can't help it. I picked up you didn't I?" He said fondly in return, despite leaning almost all his weight on Brian. God he was tired...
Brian swatted his shoulder gently, grinning. "I think it was the other way around, Mikey," he murmured. He could feel the other's weight pressing harder against him. "Why don't you get some sleep? You look like shit," he said, but kindly.
"Right, uh huh..." Michael said tiredly, giving a yawn. Now that he was clean, had clothes and found Brian, he could just now go to sleep. In a bed. Oh he'd missed beds. "Yeah, I'm about dead on my feet." But he didn't really want to move, as he felt warm and just....safe right here.
"Come on," Brian said, taking Mikey's hand and tugging him toward his room. "Come hang out for a little bit." He was loathe to let Michael out of his sight after the last weekend, and he was selfish enough to not give a shit if Guy wanted Mikey's attention.
At this moment, Michael didn't care. He just gratefully followed Brian into his room where he knew there was a nice large bed that he could sleep in and still be close to Brian. That just sounded perfect to him at the moment and he beamed tiredly. It was good to be home.
The first priorities Michael had upon reaching the compound, and letting his mother fuss over him for a bit, was a shower and clothes. He stunk to high heaven and he was rather tired of running around half naked. He'd taken the longest shower in his entire life, wanting every once of blood, mud and sweat off of him, scrubbing until his skin was pink. After cleaning and bandaging the worst of the cuts on his legs, he dug out his most comfortable clothes, ironically the jeans he'd arrived in and just a plain white shirt, and went looking for the one person he hadn't seen yet.
Brian, unsurprisingly, was stoned. After Saturday (and being yelled at by Deb for being a stupid asshole) he'd gone back to just smoking weed, except for the several hours he'd spent yesterday wandering the jungle, calling for Mikey. It had shut Deb up, even though he'd felt kind of stupid doing it, and the effort had been for nothing, just like he'd thought it would be.
He was resigned to endless days of existing in a haze of weed, waiting for the ache to fade, and was just heading outside to have another joint before the buzz from the first one wore off. He stepped outside of his room and froze. "...Mikey."
Brian looked awful. Michael frowned for a moment, looking him over. What had happened? It just then hit him how hard his disappearance would have effected his best friend. He hadn't even thought...Biting his lip Michael gave Brian a small smile. "Hey Brian." He wasn't sure what to do, with Brian staring at him like a ghost, so he stayed where he was.
All of the suppressed fear and pain coalesced all at once into anger, just as it had when he'd gone through this shit over Justin a year ago. "...Where the fuck have you been!?" he yelled, and then he was closing the distance between them, pulling Michael against him and hugging him fiercely, as if afraid he would disappear again.
Michael didn't say anything, not even surprised at being yelled at. He just held Brian as hard as the other was holding him. There wasn't anything he could say.
Brian buried his face in Michael's hair, closing his eyes as his heart pounded in his chest, emotion churning in him. "Don't you ever fucking do that to me again," he murmured, knowing even as he said it that Michael wasn't to blame, but christ. He couldn't handle not having Mikey. He'd been falling apart, just like he had every other time he'd had to live a Mikey-less life. He needed him, and he knew it. And more than that, Mikey was the one person in the world he didn't mind admitting that about. "Jesus, I thought you were gone."
"I'm sorry." Michael said softly, unable to help himself. He couldn't help feel the slight guilt of having caused this, even though he knew it wasn't his fault. It was his very instinct to take care of Brian (and to have Brian take care of him) and seeing him like this brought tears to his eyes. "I wasn't. It..." He'd hadn't had a problem explaining to anyone else, but now he stumbled. "The island. I was over with the dinosaurs," He almost said like Justin but stopped himself. "But I'm here. I'm not gone....I'm still here Brian." He was babbling he knew, but he didn't care. He just held tighter to his best friend.
"Don't ever leave me," Brian pleaded, hating how desperate his voice sounded, but not even trying to stop the words, even so. "I need you, Mikey. You know that." He nuzzled Michael's hair, breathing him in, letting the incredible tension of the last few days slowly drain away.
"Never, Brian...never." Michael pulled his head away gently to look at Brian with his watery gaze, that steeled itself to show how serious he was. "Not even this fucking island can do that."
Brian nodded curtly and then kissed Michael firmly on the mouth, exhaling shakily. As he pulled back, feeling a little calmer, he loosened his hold on Michael, giving him a considering look. "So what the fuck happened? This island isn't that fucking big, what took you so long?" He wasn't sure he wanted to hear, but he knew he wouldn't be happy just not knowing.
Michael returned the kiss with all the energy he had left, which wasn't much, so he was glad Brian didn't let go. In those last few moments, he'd forgotten who drained he was but now it came back and he leaned on him. "I met up with Julian Bell, one of Guy's friends, out there and he was already injured with a badly sprained ankle. We had to go slow after that. Plus, we got attacked by some bird like dinosaur, was slowed is up even more."
Brian rubbed his hand over Michael's back, snorting quietly. "Jesus. Leave it to you to pick up strays," he muttered, but there was an unmistakeably fond note in his voice.
Michael snorted softly. "I couldn't leave him. and I can't help it. I picked up you didn't I?" He said fondly in return, despite leaning almost all his weight on Brian. God he was tired...
Brian swatted his shoulder gently, grinning. "I think it was the other way around, Mikey," he murmured. He could feel the other's weight pressing harder against him. "Why don't you get some sleep? You look like shit," he said, but kindly.
"Right, uh huh..." Michael said tiredly, giving a yawn. Now that he was clean, had clothes and found Brian, he could just now go to sleep. In a bed. Oh he'd missed beds. "Yeah, I'm about dead on my feet." But he didn't really want to move, as he felt warm and just....safe right here.
"Come on," Brian said, taking Mikey's hand and tugging him toward his room. "Come hang out for a little bit." He was loathe to let Michael out of his sight after the last weekend, and he was selfish enough to not give a shit if Guy wanted Mikey's attention.
At this moment, Michael didn't care. He just gratefully followed Brian into his room where he knew there was a nice large bed that he could sleep in and still be close to Brian. That just sounded perfect to him at the moment and he beamed tiredly. It was good to be home.