<span style="font-family: 'Georgia'">Michael reassuring him that it was okay to cry almost threatened to have the artist doing just that again. And he pressed the heel of his hands against his eyes to quell the sting as he headed for the door. Maybe it didn't make him a weaker person but it would make him a less sociable person come morning when he'd be suffering from a headache and Ash drilling him for reason behind his bloodshot eyes. <i>Ashleigh.</i> What was supposed to tell her? Because he <i>would</i> have to tell her, there was no doubt about that. But what did he say? "<i>Hey, so you know my long lost brother that you and everyone else keep trying to tell me is dead? Turns out he's alive."</i><br/>
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Returning with their food, he watched as Michael eagerly dug through for his beloved cheeseburger. Theo nursed his shake, nibbling on fries as he watched Michael eat as if it were the most fascinating thing he'd ever seen. He knew he was staring and that he should probably stop, but he couldn't stomach the thought of looking away only to look back and see that Micheal had never been there to begin with. "Hate to be the bearer of bad news but you wouldn't live long on just pickles." <br/>
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Finishing off his shake Theo rose to toss the empty cup, glancing at his watch as he did so, "Well crap, it's later than I thought," he murmured. Hesitating for only an agonizing moment before kicking his ass into gear, leaving Micheal alone to finish his food as he went to make sure the guest room was set up. But of course it was. Ash sometimes slept over, so Theo kept it tidy. He sank down on the edge of the bed, pinching his leg. The sharp pain indicating that he was in fact awake. He didn't know how long he sat there, just staring down at his hands, his mind a chaos of thoughts that he couldn't even begin to try and make sense of.</span>