ugh, no. grief counselling was one thing when i needed it, but seriously, therapy's not for me.
[ that's all he says about that. the last thing he needs is to go through actual, genuine therapy again. it didn't end well for him last time, and the thought of putting himself back in a position where someone will give up on him as a lost cause is maybe the most repugnant thought he could have.
but hey, enough about that. reggie agrees he's a badass and that makes michael laugh, sending off a quick baddest ass i know followed by an even quicker uh, that wasn't a comment on how bad your ass is, your ass is the best, and then he takes reggie's address, immediately and hungrily committing it to memory. he tells reggie he'll be over soon and locks his phone, getting his shit ready and heading over.
it's in his head that he needs to make his first trip over to reggie's as painless and as minimally awkward as he can, so he's brought two big bottles of smirnoff ice he swiped from someone he tested his powers on and some weed that his kiiiind of unprofessional boss gave him in exchange for doing unpaid overtime. it's not for tonight, though they can break into it all if that's what reggie wants - it's just, you know. couple of presents. for a friend. given to them in the totally normal hope that they'll like him more if he just plies them up with the right shit.
he knocks on reggie's door with his foot, his hands too full carrying this shit to do it. he's holding it all out in front of him when reggie eventually answers. ]
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grief counselling was one thing when i needed it, but seriously, therapy's not for me.
[ that's all he says about that. the last thing he needs is to go through actual, genuine therapy again. it didn't end well for him last time, and the thought of putting himself back in a position where someone will give up on him as a lost cause is maybe the most repugnant thought he could have.
but hey, enough about that. reggie agrees he's a badass and that makes michael laugh, sending off a quick baddest ass i know followed by an even quicker uh, that wasn't a comment on how bad your ass is, your ass is the best, and then he takes reggie's address, immediately and hungrily committing it to memory. he tells reggie he'll be over soon and locks his phone, getting his shit ready and heading over.
it's in his head that he needs to make his first trip over to reggie's as painless and as minimally awkward as he can, so he's brought two big bottles of smirnoff ice he swiped from someone he tested his powers on and some weed that his kiiiind of unprofessional boss gave him in exchange for doing unpaid overtime. it's not for tonight, though they can break into it all if that's what reggie wants - it's just, you know. couple of presents. for a friend. given to them in the totally normal hope that they'll like him more if he just plies them up with the right shit.
he knocks on reggie's door with his foot, his hands too full carrying this shit to do it. he's holding it all out in front of him when reggie eventually answers. ]
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