Michael spent a decade and a half waiting for this moment. Waiting to escape his captures and find Theodore so he could make the other suffer just as much as he had. He told himself that he wouldn’t hesitate; that Theo would be lucky if all he did was put a bullet in his brain and move on. All the time he spent alone with his thoughts was to build hatred for this man; to convince himself that he would serve justice once free.<br/><br/>But all Michael could do now that he<i>was</i>free was watch Theo sob and plead for his forgiveness. The bullets meant for his brother were tucked away in his backpack; not even in a comfortable position for a quick load. The moment Michael was free, he never had any motivation to back his plans on revenge.<br/><br/>All Michael wanted was to see his brother again. To see if the man remembered him, or if he even still cared. What hurt more wasn’t that he felt abandoned, but that Theo still loved him.<br/><br/>“You’re a jerk.” Michael choked, rolling eyes up to stare at the ceiling as they filled with hot, salty tears. He set the gun aside; showing the other that he had no intentions on going through with his threat. When he felt as if he had gotten control of his emotions, Michael focused back on his brother. Part of him wanted to hug the other; to know that he was safe and loved and still had family. It was nothing but a pipe dream, though. Theodore had grown up to be a world famous artist with integrity and class. Michael? He was filthy and a pest who threatened to end his life. Chances were, Theo was saying what Michael wanted to hear to stall while the cops were on their way. Theodore wanted nothing to do with him.<br/><br/>“I never loaded the gun.” Michael pointed out with a casual wave towards the weapon. “I have the bullets, but...I..well, I was afraid I really would kill you.”