Michael kept the weapon raised against Theo’s head as the other seemed to realize and remember exactly who he was. It would’ve been difficult, considering the last time they saw each other they were kids and Michaels current appearance was pathetic. Theodore still recognized him, despite all of those factors, and the thought both relieved and upset Michael more.<br/><br/>“You’re sorry?” Michael raised an eyebrow before scoffing, his grip tightening on the gun as it began to shake; his arm growing exhausted. As Theo reached out and grabbed his shirt, Michael quickly stepped back from the others hold. “You’re sorry...and just like that, you expect me to forgive you? To...just kill you and forgive you? I sat there and watched the news<i>for years</i>, Theo! Years! Hoping you’d come through and at least put up some sort of a fight to try and find me. That break in...it ran for a week and then that was the last I heard from anyone.”<br/><br/>His arm dropped, finally giving in to the pain of keeping it raised for the five minutes he had his gun to Theodore’s head. “And then, a decade later, you’re famous. All over the place, and you didn’t bother trying to shed some light on my whereabouts. I..” Michael let out a breath as he staggered back and barely managed to find a chair to fall into. As upset as Michael was, even his anger wasn’t enough to keep his body standing for long.<br/><br/>Michaels head lowered; staring at the gun that he cradled in both hands. It wasn’t even loaded, but Theo didn’t need to know that. “I don’t understand. Why? Was I not important enough?” He questioned as he lifted his head back up and met Theos stare.