<span style="font-family: 'Georgia'">As he'd hugged Michael, Theo had expected that he would push him way once again. That his hug was reciprocated pushed even more hot tears from his eyes as he clung to the man like his life depend on it. '<i>Please don't let this be a dream.'</i> <br/>
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"Mad?" Theo pulled back to gaze into the other's face, "At you, for this, how could I be." He'd gotten Michael back. It didn't matter if the circumstances were less than desirable. Didn't matter that the man had intended to kill him or that he still might try to. And the fear had vanished somewhere around the time he'd discovered the crazed gunman was his long lost brother. <br/>
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He hesitated, dreading the answer to his question of, "<i>Will </i>you come home with me?"<br/>
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Theo's heart soared, a smile brightening his tear streaked face when Michael answered in the affirmative."Okay, ok. Just, give a me a little bit to finish straightening up." The artist hopped to his feet, feeling a lightness he hadn't felt in years. As he moved around the gallery sorting out the last bits of disarray, his eyes kept darting over to the other. To make sure he was still there. To make sure he hadn't up and vanished.<br/>
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"Alright, let's go," he said, thick jacket slung over his arm and keys rattling in his hand. Outside in the brisk cold, he threw the jacket around Michael's shoulders before turning to lock up.<br/>
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The walk to the apartment was a quick one, the building only a few blocks up from the gallery. The doorman took one look at Michael and looked to Theo, concerned, "Are you alright, Mr Danvers?"<br/>
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Theo grinned, pulling Michael along after him, "Better than alright, James. You have a good night." As they stepped into the brightly lit lobby, the chill from outside was quickly chased away.<br/>
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19 stories up and three keys and one biometric lock later the door to his apartment unlocked with a mechanical beep and Theo stepped aside, letting Michael pass him. "The bathroom is down the hall to your right. Towels are already in there. I'll see if I can find you something to wear." Theo headed down the aforementioned hall, pointing to the guest room that came with its on en suite.<br/>
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Leaving Michael to settle in, Theo rifled around in his closet for something the man could wear. Settling on a pair of joggers and a paint stained T shirt, which he left on the guest bed before he headed for the kitchen. Where he filled a glass of water with trembling hands. The cool liquid soothed his parched throat and he sighed deeply, setting it aside before pulling out his phone. Michael needed to eat and Theo still hadn't figured out how to operate a kitchen. Take out was their safest bet. Only he didn't know what Michael liked, so he held off until he could get the chance to ask him.</span>