Kersen inhaled deeply against his neck, feeling comforted by the scent of him. "I'm so glad to see you," he said.

If only Michael knew how close he'd come to not. Because who knew where Michael would be in five fucking years.

"But you shouldn't stay too long," he added, pulling away, hands on Michael's shoulders. He glanced back at the bed. "She'll... she'll wake up eventually and you shouldn't be here."