It took every fiber in his being to keep from breaking down when Theodore pulled him into a hug. Although hesitant, Michael wrapped his arms around his brother. Soft, at first, but his grip tightened the longer he was allowed to stay. The hug was comforting. Warm, and the other smelt heavily of coffee and paint; a strange combination that Michael found increasingly comforting.<br/><br/>“Really? You’re not...mad? Scared?” His brows knitted together. Surely Theo would be worried that Michael would change his mind and go through with killing him. Even if he wasn’t...Michael would be pissed and frightened himself if someone pulled a gun on him; inviting the attacker into his home would be the last thing on his mind.<br/><br/>However, with the thought of potential shower and warm place to stay, Michael prayed that Theo wouldn’t change his mind. To top it all off...it was Theo. He got to go home with his<i>brother </i>after years of being apart. Michael feared that he would wake up and this would all be a dream. He’d wake up inside that cold room with Warrick hovering nearby and this would have been the result of another drug induced heaven.