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With a soft chuckle, Michael nods and agrees. “Only reason I haven’t tried to make that work is I can’t get as sweet of a deal anywhere like where I’m at.” That deal being no one legally on record renting his apartment. He had no social security on him, hadn’t yet memorized it when he left home. Even if he could get his hands on a fake ID there was much, much more paperwork that went into even just renting a home. One of his wealthier clients some time ago had known a few. Michael didn’t ask what her job was so long as her connections helped him even if the woman’s main motivation was herself- more specifically her plaything for the month being clean and well-rested. She got bored eventually but he kept the deal with the owner of the property so long as he kept quiet and paying the bills.
Suddenly the other man was looking at him in sync with Apple and Michael felt the need to try and stifle a laugh then and there. He does his best, not wanting to have to explain what was so funny to him. “Don’t worry, I’m not on a schedule or anything.” Even if he were, this was the sort of meeting he didn’t mind taking the time for, not when no schedule that he did have would ever be strict. There were no proper hours to either the dog walking or the street walking.
“You aren’t?” Blaine felt a furry butt wiggling against his belly and gave Apple a scratch behind one ear. Michael’s eyes were bright, on the cusp of a laugh, but Blaine chalked it up to them both being content to be where they are. All three of them, actually. And that was that. Though Michael’s apparent contentment made his own bubble up and soon enough he was smiling so big that the corners of his eyes pinched together and he gave the dog a hug just because.
“Great!” Apparently his happiness radiated to the dog who jumped off his lap and went back to her walker, lifted up her front paws and batted at his leg. Someone wanted up. Blaine didn’t move much. Just enough to take a sip of the coffee he sat beside his leg and forgot about until he was dog free. “Can I buy you a coffee? You brightened my day with her,” he blurted out of the blue, only turned a teeny bit crimson over his nose and cheeks and thumbed over his shoulder. “I.. I don’t think they let dogs in but the coffee shop a block up does. It’s the least I can do for you indulging me.”
Standing up, FINALLY, he brushed his hands on the hems of his pants legs and bent down to pick up his cup, looking up at Michael with a quirk of a brow. “The company would be pretty great. I don’t have anywhere to be until later.” Rehearsal could start without him. It wasn’t like Rachel would mind singing her heart out until he was there.
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