“You know what I mean, Poe...” Michael murmurs. Maybe it’s not a literal white picket fence life but what if they had to run? That thought kept coming to his mind because they didn’t know what to expect. Michael finally pulls away from Poe.
“Let’s get out of here,” he said quietly and heads to the ladder to climb out of the bunker. He felt emotional, more emotional than usual and like he was barely holding on to any semblance of control. He still couldn’t quite believe this was happening.
When they got outside he waited on Poe before moving the airstream over the entrance. He pushed his hands through his hair and kicks at the ground which with the intensity of his emotions it hardly took a thought for a telekinetic blast to go with it but it had been aimed away form Poe.
“I feel like I’m going crazy,” and maybe he is. He should just relax and let go of all the stress and worry that he couldn’t do anything about but it felt impossible.
"I know." He'd replied quietly to the first statement, and it was true, and also sort-of what he'd meant by having to adjust his expectations.
His brows both lifted a little at that veritable shockwave, but he moved closer to slide an arm around Michael's waist again all the same, "I can't guarantee that you aren't, but I can say you're arguably as sane as I am."
It was a statement that would either serve as the comfort it was intended to be, or would just make things worse, which was why he continued, "I'm not going to claim I've got everything figured out, either, but I'm good at figuring things out as I go." And if that included being on the run with a kid, well he'd just figure out how to do that, too.
Michael almost wouldn't have expected Poe to come close to him after he did that but he leaned into him when he did. He just snorts a little. Maybe they're both just completely batshit insane. He still is tense and frustrated because all he wants right then is to drink and he can't do that. Sure, Poe wouldn't stop him but Michael couldn't make peace with the idea himself.
"Why are you so good to me?" Michael will probably never really understand what he's done to deserve Poe.
It shouldn't have been that much of a surprise, given as how Poe still found the telekinesis to be a turn-on, though he wasn't thinking about that too hard at the moment. Instead he just leaned closer in turn, mostly so that he could hook his chin over Michael's shoulder even as he gave a little shrug at the question, "I figure it's about time someone was. Might as well be me."
He turned his head to press a kiss to the side of Michael's neck, "Besides, it's not a one-way street, you keep me on the level too." He was quiet for a moment, almost hesitant, but finally added: "If it wasn't for you I'd either be some kind of recluse, or I would have cut town months ago, just left the house to rot." A barely-there shake of his head, "Actually made it over an hour down the highway once before I convinced myself to turn around and come back, because you wouldn't know what had happened and didn't deserve that."
He couldn't remember if he'd said so earlier that morning, but he'd definitely thought it, and even if he had said so, it bore repeating.
Michael leans into him even though maybe he shouldn't give into it so easily when he's seemingly lacking in control at the moment. He just can't help it when it comes to Poe.
Poe had implied similar things before but never so clearly. He frowns at thinking he might have been so close to losing Poe before... He can't imagine life without him, didn't want to and that in itself was somewhat terrifying, almost as much as the idea of bringing a baby into the world.
"How are you not freaking out? I'm freaking out." Michael isn't sure how Poe is staying so calm but he supposed if anyone could it would be Poe...
"Pretty sure it's just because I used up all my freakouts while I was enlisted." He gave a little shrug, arm curling just a little more closely for a moment, "Besides, who would it help if we were both freaking out?"
He also knew that he would have plenty of chances to do so at any point that it seemed like something might be going wrong healthwise both for Michael and for the baby, though Poe had always been the sort for calm concern instead of an actual freakout unless something was seriously wrong.
"Probably a good idea." He agreed, nodding once, though he added: "C'mon, let's get inside so we can sit down." That seemed like the best idea at the moment, though he suspected that sitting still wouldn't last long at the moment, but that was alright too.
If Michael needed to pace a while longer, Poe would let him, the same way he was going to try and get Michael to eat something -or try to- before long. He also wasn't going to make a big deal out of it if Michael wanted to stand outside for a while longer, either.
Michael sighed a little and he knew what Poe was doing and he knew he should let him. He pushes his fingers through his hair and finally nodded. He headed toward the trailer and slipped inside and dropped himself at his table only so he could put his head on it.
Poe followed quietly, wedging himself into a seat as well, just working his fingers down into Michael's hair, scratching delicately at his scalp, honestly more of a scalp massage than anything else.
He was quiet for a moment longer before asking: "What do you need me to do?" Immediate or long term, he'd accept either one, and as far as he was concerned 'I don't know' was also a valid answer right at the moment.
"I don't know, Poe," Michael sighed, he doesn't lift up his head so it's a bit muffled against the table. He feels like he's being dramatic and he should probably come down and just accept what's happening already but it's a struggle.
"Okay." He agreed easily enough, fingers still working against Michael's scalp, "Do you know what you want me to do? Do you need me to narrow that down with some options?"
In his experience, what someone thought they should need and what they just wanted -especially from someone else- weren't always the same thing, and if he could help figure it out via options, he'd be happy to. He leaned in to kiss the back of Michael's head, adding, "And if you just want me to shut up and stop asking questions for five minutes, I can do that, too." though the fact that he was asking questions was probably just the borderline of his version of freaking out about the situation.
"Do you want some food? A coffee? Do you want me to rub your back until you fall asleep? I could probably sing you a song if you want, won't be the same without a guitar, but might still be a good distraction anyway."
He shook his head, "If you even want a distraction, and wow I really didn't help narrow that down very much at all, did I?" Which was a good indication that he was more than just borderline freaking out, even despite his prior insistence that he wasn't.
Michael smiles a little because Poe is trying and well he can tell that this isn't exactly the easiest thing for him either. He glances up at him from where he still has his head on the table.
"I don't think I could sleep," he says at least knocking off one of the options. "And I'm pretty sure anything I eat or drink isn't staying down."
He huffed softly, settling a little closer against Michael's side again, "So what I'm hearing is that you want me to sing to you." Not that he had any objections to this, really, because it wasn't as if Michael hadn't heard him singing along while cooking sometimes, and this wouldn't be so different.
"Because laying down and staring at the ceiling in confused silence is always an option, too." Not that he actually wanted to get up again just yet, even if it was to move somewhere slightly more comfortable.
Michael tilted his head where he had it rested, looking at Poe again. "Sing," he settles because he had to choose something or they were both going to go crazy he's sure.
"Okay. Okay, uh..." His brow creased, not quite mentally BSOD'ing, but something like it, just for a moment, before tapping a steady rhythm against the edge of his seat -instead of the edge of the table where it would reverberate in Michael's head- and settling into a rough a capella version of Bob Dylan's 'I was young when I left home' simply because it was the first thing that came to mind that he still remembered all the lyrics to, or most of them, anyway, enough to fake his way through it, humming a line here and there where he couldn't remember the right words and didn't want to just repeat himself.
He smiled, fingers threading through Michael's hair again, "No better than you deserve." He gave another full-handed pinch to Michael's nape, still intent on soothing him as best he could while still trying not to be rattled himself.
He didn't think it was working as well as he could hope for, but the fact that it was working at all could only be a good thing.
He nodded, giving another gentle pinch before he unfolded to his feet, offering Michael a hand up, "Then let's go lay down for a while. I can make soup or something later."
Which was mostly because feeding people was how Poe took care of them, but also because he knew Michael needed to eat something that day. But laying down could absolutely happen first.
Michael accepts the other's hand and exhales. "That's a good plan." Poe is always pretty good at those when it comes to them.
Once he was up he moved toward the bed and laid down, rubbing his face. He was most exhausted and feeling so much nervous energy at once that he didn't know if laying down would actually be helpful at all.
"Better than the alternative." He replied, "Which is that we both just sit here staring at each other for the rest of the afternoon." There was an edge of amusement there, but also an edge of concern, and they were stacked together in a way that even he couldn't separate them.
Despite their similar heights, Poe was going to aggressively be the big spoon, chin hooking over Michael's shoulder, pressing a kiss to the pulse point at the base of his throat and drawing him close, hand splayed flat against his chest.
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“Let’s get out of here,” he said quietly and heads to the ladder to climb out of the bunker. He felt emotional, more emotional than usual and like he was barely holding on to any semblance of control. He still couldn’t quite believe this was happening.
When they got outside he waited on Poe before moving the airstream over the entrance. He pushed his hands through his hair and kicks at the ground which with the intensity of his emotions it hardly took a thought for a telekinetic blast to go with it but it had been aimed away form Poe.
“I feel like I’m going crazy,” and maybe he is. He should just relax and let go of all the stress and worry that he couldn’t do anything about but it felt impossible.
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His brows both lifted a little at that veritable shockwave, but he moved closer to slide an arm around Michael's waist again all the same, "I can't guarantee that you aren't, but I can say you're arguably as sane as I am."
It was a statement that would either serve as the comfort it was intended to be, or would just make things worse, which was why he continued, "I'm not going to claim I've got everything figured out, either, but I'm good at figuring things out as I go." And if that included being on the run with a kid, well he'd just figure out how to do that, too.
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"Why are you so good to me?" Michael will probably never really understand what he's done to deserve Poe.
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He turned his head to press a kiss to the side of Michael's neck, "Besides, it's not a one-way street, you keep me on the level too." He was quiet for a moment, almost hesitant, but finally added: "If it wasn't for you I'd either be some kind of recluse, or I would have cut town months ago, just left the house to rot." A barely-there shake of his head, "Actually made it over an hour down the highway once before I convinced myself to turn around and come back, because you wouldn't know what had happened and didn't deserve that."
He couldn't remember if he'd said so earlier that morning, but he'd definitely thought it, and even if he had said so, it bore repeating.
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Poe had implied similar things before but never so clearly. He frowns at thinking he might have been so close to losing Poe before... He can't imagine life without him, didn't want to and that in itself was somewhat terrifying, almost as much as the idea of bringing a baby into the world.
"How are you not freaking out? I'm freaking out." Michael isn't sure how Poe is staying so calm but he supposed if anyone could it would be Poe...
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He also knew that he would have plenty of chances to do so at any point that it seemed like something might be going wrong healthwise both for Michael and for the baby, though Poe had always been the sort for calm concern instead of an actual freakout unless something was seriously wrong.
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"I'm gonna have to talk to Liz some more to try and understand how this all..."
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If Michael needed to pace a while longer, Poe would let him, the same way he was going to try and get Michael to eat something -or try to- before long. He also wasn't going to make a big deal out of it if Michael wanted to stand outside for a while longer, either.
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God, everything was such a mess.
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He was quiet for a moment longer before asking: "What do you need me to do?" Immediate or long term, he'd accept either one, and as far as he was concerned 'I don't know' was also a valid answer right at the moment.
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In his experience, what someone thought they should need and what they just wanted -especially from someone else- weren't always the same thing, and if he could help figure it out via options, he'd be happy to. He leaned in to kiss the back of Michael's head, adding, "And if you just want me to shut up and stop asking questions for five minutes, I can do that, too." though the fact that he was asking questions was probably just the borderline of his version of freaking out about the situation.
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He shook his head, "If you even want a distraction, and wow I really didn't help narrow that down very much at all, did I?" Which was a good indication that he was more than just borderline freaking out, even despite his prior insistence that he wasn't.
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"I don't think I could sleep," he says at least knocking off one of the options. "And I'm pretty sure anything I eat or drink isn't staying down."
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"Because laying down and staring at the ceiling in confused silence is always an option, too." Not that he actually wanted to get up again just yet, even if it was to move somewhere slightly more comfortable.
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"You're too good to me."
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He didn't think it was working as well as he could hope for, but the fact that it was working at all could only be a good thing.
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"I think I want to lay down... I..." he doesn't know. There's so much to think about.
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Which was mostly because feeding people was how Poe took care of them, but also because he knew Michael needed to eat something that day. But laying down could absolutely happen first.
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Once he was up he moved toward the bed and laid down, rubbing his face. He was most exhausted and feeling so much nervous energy at once that he didn't know if laying down would actually be helpful at all.
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Despite their similar heights, Poe was going to aggressively be the big spoon, chin hooking over Michael's shoulder, pressing a kiss to the pulse point at the base of his throat and drawing him close, hand splayed flat against his chest.