He ignores everything - the thoughts, the movements, the kiss - as Nick leaves, then rolls off the bed. It's gonna fall down anyway. He yanks all the pillows off the bed - there's only six or seven - and the blankets and tosses them all into the corner - the corner farthest from the door - away from everything. He sits down, back against the wall, blanket over him and stares off into nothing.
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And he lets go, rolls Michael off gently to the bed, gets up, gets dressed.
Leaves his shirt in the hole.
Presses a kiss to the top of Michael's head.
And closes the door behind him as he goes.
And I'll be there when you want me to hold on again.
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