"Yeah. Talkin' like that. Big words and clever phrasin' and all the complimentin'. Don't really get any of that around here. Not from anyone like you, anyway." Not from a guy and not really anything like that at all. Women got the compliments, from people that were better at it than Bobby. He wasn't good at all that sweet-talkin'.
Or the sexy talk either, because now he thought about Michael locked in that bathroom and he was sure he blushed even harder. "You're one of a kind. I like that."
"I'm one of many, darling. We're all out there, prowling around, looking for innocent locals to corrupt." Michael partly joked, partly added just to put some distance up from the idea of being one of a kind. Special. Unique. Chosen. No, he was like anyone else, he was just horny and gay. And yeah, sure, British. But he wasn't special. "I'm glad you appreciate it. I'm glad someone does, at least. I haven't had a very warm reception."
He shrugged his shoulders, gesturing off vaguely. "It could be me, queering it up all over town, or it could be my brother Luci's mere existence that puts us at odds." Mixed raced guy in a town like this? It earned them looks for sure. "But I think you're the only one around who's happy to see me."
"They're just worried cause y'all are better-lookin' and smarter than any of them. Now they've gotta lock up their wives. And husbands." Bobby smiled, at least a little, while his heart was still beating so fast and he wished he had seen the script for this. How was this supposed to go? What did he even want out of this?
"I like havin' you around. I reckon y'all won't be stayin' for long if you can help it." That seemed inevitable. "I'm gonna miss you. When you take off."
"There will be one thing I'll miss for sure. Though I'm not sure when we'll be able to move on, there's a lot of... complications. I need to work to get enough money to move, Lucifer is probably safer in a town than a city and ... I have no clue what to do with the kids." Michael laughed as he leaned back in his chair, picking up the ice-pack so he could cool his face a little.
"I'm about to kill any momentum and affection you might have for me so brace yourself. I know you're a kid person. Well... I'm not." He smiled bitterly and then looked at Bobby, assuming the other would judge him. "I don't like having my brothers with me. I could leave here today without them but with them -- what do I even do with Raphael? Is he going to be with me forever? And Gabriel likes his school right now. Is that something I have to consider?"
"I ain't a kid person. I just ain't got a choice, do I?" Not in his world, anyway, not being the way he was. John had taken off, he had to take care of the kids. He owed it to them. Those kids deserved better than the lot they'd been given. "I dunno. I reckon if you actually took off without them, you'd end up missin' them."
He'd seen Michael with his brothers. Heard him talk about him. He was more attached than he might realise. "Though I guess fancy city folk just pay for day-care and nannies."
"You always have a choice. If they're not your kids, you can just ... I mean, why do we have to make up for someone else's mistakes?" Shouldn't his dad be raising Raphael? Why was it on him? Why was it always on him? And Bobby, he deserved to be hot and single. Alone in his hovel, which would not be covered in kids toys. He looked at what he assumed was Sam's playmobile dog sitting on the table and sighed.
"I took off without them before. I felt -- strange. Like I shouldn't. I imagine people consider it 'guilt'." He wasn't sure if that was what it was but he did know that Bobby was probably right. "Do you ever resent them?"
"Nah. Can't resent the little bastards, ain't their fault. Their fucking idjit father, gimme some time alone with him, we'll see what I feel then." Nothing good, Bobby knew that much. Having had to listen to Matty in tears talking about how he had to have been slowing down and letting down dad and that's why he'd left them behind. "Matteo resents Sam sometimes. Breaks my bleedin' heart, that."
So many big and bad emotions in someone so tiny. "Look, I ain't someone who's had a happy childhood. I wouldn't wanna sit by and have those two grow up like that, not when I can stop it."
"You're a good man." There was 100% truth to that statement. Bobby was, without a single doubt, a very good person. The sort of person one wanted around in a crisis. "I'm not. I get your point but... Raphael is irritating and loud, Gabriel is a moron and Lucifer is two years younger than me - why is he a damn child too? I resent them."
Michael wanted to live his life, not get trapped in family still. "But I'll drink to shitty fathers. The real villains." Michael raised his beer in a cheers, hoping Bobby didn't judge him too much. "It got better for you, right? Having kids and all that bollocks."
"Oh, yeah. Way better. Now I've got a hot guy in my house and the kids have sleepovers." So there was that. Bobby came close enough to grinning at that, as he raised his bottle and then emptied it, looking at Michael. Anything was better than to really discuss parenthood from any perspective, wasn't it? "I'm a gentleman and you're probably at least somewhat drunk and you got your head knocked today, so I ain't gonna do what I maybe wanna do. But you should know that I do wanna."
"Then next time. I will hold you to that." Michael promised but he did concede bobby's point, he was a bit drunk and a bit fuzzy headed so he probably shouldn't have his first time when he was likely to pass out during it. "I should probably go home and try to sleep before the brats want something in the morning."
He set the ice-pack aside and smiled at Bobby, wishing they could make more use of this evening. Stupid closeted idiot, cockblocking him. "You mind driving me home, handsome?"
"Don't mind at all." Bobby got to his feet and grabbed a hold of Michael's hand, pulling him up. He let go, but only to walk over and hold the door open for him instead. He was trying with the gentleman thing, he really was. "Don't fall asleep in the car, I ain't gonna carry you upstairs. I'd just drop you on the porch."
"Aw, and there was I, daydreaming away. My hopes all raised." He sighed in a lamenting fashion as he left the house. Oh yeah, he stood a good chance with Bobby. Exciting. Maybe that was the reason he would stick around, family was one thing but a hot sexy redneck was another. "Lead the way, handsome."
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Or the sexy talk either, because now he thought about Michael locked in that bathroom and he was sure he blushed even harder. "You're one of a kind. I like that."
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He shrugged his shoulders, gesturing off vaguely. "It could be me, queering it up all over town, or it could be my brother Luci's mere existence that puts us at odds." Mixed raced guy in a town like this? It earned them looks for sure. "But I think you're the only one around who's happy to see me."
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"I like havin' you around. I reckon y'all won't be stayin' for long if you can help it." That seemed inevitable. "I'm gonna miss you. When you take off."
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"I'm about to kill any momentum and affection you might have for me so brace yourself. I know you're a kid person. Well... I'm not." He smiled bitterly and then looked at Bobby, assuming the other would judge him. "I don't like having my brothers with me. I could leave here today without them but with them -- what do I even do with Raphael? Is he going to be with me forever? And Gabriel likes his school right now. Is that something I have to consider?"
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He'd seen Michael with his brothers. Heard him talk about him. He was more attached than he might realise. "Though I guess fancy city folk just pay for day-care and nannies."
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"I took off without them before. I felt -- strange. Like I shouldn't. I imagine people consider it 'guilt'." He wasn't sure if that was what it was but he did know that Bobby was probably right. "Do you ever resent them?"
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So many big and bad emotions in someone so tiny. "Look, I ain't someone who's had a happy childhood. I wouldn't wanna sit by and have those two grow up like that, not when I can stop it."
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Michael wanted to live his life, not get trapped in family still. "But I'll drink to shitty fathers. The real villains." Michael raised his beer in a cheers, hoping Bobby didn't judge him too much. "It got better for you, right? Having kids and all that bollocks."
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He set the ice-pack aside and smiled at Bobby, wishing they could make more use of this evening. Stupid closeted idiot, cockblocking him. "You mind driving me home, handsome?"
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