<span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family: 'Georgia'">As deeply absorbed in his thoughts as he was, Michael speaking out of nowhere had Theo jumping to his feet, heart hammering against his chest as he stared blankly at the stranger in his house. Who the fuck was he and how the had he even gotten in? The panic squeezed his chest, setting his ears ringing and his mouth dry. <br/>
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Too long he stared at Michael, as if just seeing him for the first time. A robotic nod finally snapping him out of his head. His smile tight and creaky as he turned to smooth out the spot where he'd just been sitting. "Did you have enough to eat?"  A quick glance at the clock on the bedside table told him they should try and get to sleep. Even if sleep was the farthest thing from Theo's mind at that moment. <br/>
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"It's late, I'm going to bed. You should try getting some sleep." As he stepped out of the room, Theo spared Michael a searching glance, still unbelieving that he was actually awake. "There's a wholestack of brand new tolietries in the guest bathroom," he said. Hesitating and looking as if he wanted to say more, he only muttered a hasty, "Goodnight," before retreating to his own bedroom. There was a split second where Theo entertained the idea of locking his bedroom door, before he settled on just closing it.<br/>
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That night, Theo didn't sleep a wink. He tossed and turned. The heavy presence of another person in his home leaving him restless. Made worse by the fact that he expected Michael to show up at any moment to finish what he'd started back at the studio/gallery.</span></span>