"You think I'm pretty?" Michael smiled and leaned into the ice against his face, relieved at how it felt. He didn't know if it would really help the swelling but at least it didn't hurt. "Aren't you a charmer. My very own hero. I can't believe you went against those morons for me. They live local. I don't want to give you problems."

And he appreciated that. He liked that Bobby was what he was. Nice, genuine and not expecting anything back. "I just can't do it. Go backwards. I dress how I dress and I want what I want. And I wish I could have that and not this but that's not life."