michael.
He can’t recall the last time he met a man so care free. No matter how young he can’t help but see traces of burden on too many shoulders. Even the loud, obnoxious children he could roll his eyes at only behave as such because their parents don’t listen. A little boy repeats the word ‘mum’ ten times rapidly and she still doesn’t look up from her phone to address him. In anyone there were small signs to anxieties or other stress, frustration, possibly even fear. No one was without their burdens, their demons.
This man would surely be the be the same as anyone else but in this moment he was bright and calm and going on about nothing but how much he loved dogs. His smile becomes infectious, brightening Michael’s own as he watches and listens. “This is my second walk with her but her owner’s building is just down the block from mine, only local one that allows pets so it’s full of them. If you ever feel like borrowing a dog it’s definitely the place to go.” He explains lightly, despite his motives being slightly less innocent than that. He liked the animals, truly. Sweet things sometimes frustrating but all simply needed to be taught and loved on. He wishes from time to time that he could have one of his own but when walking as many animals as he was and still on the street at night it didn’t take a genius to know that he couldn’t afford another mouth to feed.
“Where is this place and can I get an apartment there,” he joked lightly as the furry ball of sweetness climbed up onto his lap. Blaine let her stay there because..how could you chase her away if you have any sort of soul? Fur covered pants weren’t really much of a bother. Not when it was the small price to pay for getting a lap full of pure, simple dog love. He was pretty sure he had a lint roller somewhere at the theatre. If not? Then some tape would do. “Kidding. I don’t think I can up and move but wow that is a temptation that’s hard to resist.”
The cold press of a nose against his neck drew his attention to the side. Apple’s nuzzle was beyond words but his facial expression said it all. Matching her puppy-eyed stare with one of his own–Blaine melted and would’ve handed his soul over to the tiny cutie if she asked for it. The tip of his finger scratched the bridge of her muzzle and she was back in his lap, tail wagging and her stupid, giddy face stared up at Michael in perfect unison with Blaine’s gaze returning back up at him. Both sets of wide eyes read across Michael’s expression. Blaine only just tuning into the fact he was probably holding him up long past the polite fuss any dog lover would welcome being given to their baby. And she wasn’t even his to want it for. Oh boy.
“I’m sorry. Got caught up..,” his nose wrinkled from a cringe, “I’m keeping you, aren’t I?” His smile wobbled on the oops! side of embarrassment before he carefully started to uncross his legs so he could stand up and let the poor man escape if he needed to.
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