[ Mike's so damn tired. He was at the garage for way too long today - maybe 14 or 15 hours? He didn't even get paid for it, it was something he chose to do in his off time. He's making something but he can't confess to it yet. So he just said he had to be at work, not really a lie, and left it at that.
He's still thinking about his project as he slinks in the door. He hasn't changed his clothes yet and is still in his dirty getup he had to wear all day, and he is not looking forward to cleaning it. He's texting something or other, a completely different topic altogether, he has too many pans in the goddamn fire. Why? Because the moment you stop talking about shit and actually think about what's underneath the bullshit in your own head is when someone breaks, and he can't be the one to snap in two around here. Not an option.
He's not really thinking when Josh walks up and asks him something. It's adding another thing into his head and all he can do is look at the guy for a minute, possibly literally a full one, thinking about how he missed him and how well defined certain features are. Cool how the longer he stays away, the worse the gay panic is when he gets back.
He opens his mouth to ask a clarifying question and gets prompted again. About if he needs anything...? There's definitely more to it but he's so fucking exhausted while wired on energy supplements or whatever that his mouth answers for him. ]
Oh, sure, I've needed something for awhile and haven't gotten it. You in your best boots, stepping on me.
[ And he is just so deprived of sleep and goddamn common sense that he moves on and tries to walk away as if nothing was said at all, definitely nothing weird or unusual. ]
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He's still thinking about his project as he slinks in the door. He hasn't changed his clothes yet and is still in his dirty getup he had to wear all day, and he is not looking forward to cleaning it. He's texting something or other, a completely different topic altogether, he has too many pans in the goddamn fire. Why? Because the moment you stop talking about shit and actually think about what's underneath the bullshit in your own head is when someone breaks, and he can't be the one to snap in two around here. Not an option.
He's not really thinking when Josh walks up and asks him something. It's adding another thing into his head and all he can do is look at the guy for a minute, possibly literally a full one, thinking about how he missed him and how well defined certain features are. Cool how the longer he stays away, the worse the gay panic is when he gets back.
He opens his mouth to ask a clarifying question and gets prompted again. About if he needs anything...? There's definitely more to it but he's so fucking exhausted while wired on energy supplements or whatever that his mouth answers for him. ]
Oh, sure, I've needed something for awhile and haven't gotten it. You in your best boots, stepping on me.
[ And he is just so deprived of sleep and goddamn common sense that he moves on and tries to walk away as if nothing was said at all, definitely nothing weird or unusual. ]