Michael still breathes in his sleep.
He's doing it now, next to David as he watches. His chest rises and falls in a steady rhythm. David wants to reach out, to lay his palm against his newly still heart and just. Feel him. As if he hasn't felt all Michael has to offer. As if there's anything left for the two of them to keep from each other.
He shifts closer, winding his fingers into the bedsheets. He could watch Michael forever, he thinks. He's thought that since they first met, since he saw him trailing behind Star like a lost puppy begging for a collar. A sharp want, an ache that hadn't left in all their months together.
Michael stirs, eyes cracking open.
"hey," he says, rolling on his side so they face each other.
He brushed his fingers over the back of David's hand, and their bond flickers with mirrored affection. Michael smiles, recognizing the feeling David's just shared with him. Sending a little pulse of his own in return.
"I was dreaming about you." He says softly. David bites back his laugh.
"aren't you tired of seeing me in your sleep?"
Michael closes the distance between them, bringing their lips together in a gentle kiss. His gift unspools all his thoughts into David's mind, a gentle tidal wave of affection, love, relief. He pulls away before it becomes too much.
"Never."
