"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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"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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