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Welp, here we go again.
It’s become a ritual at this point.
Once a week, Michael gets hit with bust-full of sandy-blonde hair while a head tucks itself into his chest. Once a week Michael slowly removes a shorter man’s a studded jacket since he knows his boyfriend loves skin-to-skin contact.
This time had been particularly rough. The band was fighting again. They’d done this ever since Star left. David couldn’t handle it. So he did what he always did, he took his emotions out on other people and acted like he was doing them a favor.
It really only ever ended in screaming matches.
Michael ran a hand through Dwayne’s hair. Accidentally nicking him in the process, he’s still getting used to the claw thing.
Luckily, Dwayne chuckled at that. He liked seeing Michael get accustomed to his new life as a vampire, he enjoyed being part of the learning process. He was the same way with the other guys in that regard, always helping them out in any way he could if even for a second David looked away (which almost never happened).
“Sorry- shit, uh…” Michael began stammering out an apology before Dwayne interrupted.
“It’s alright, man.”
“Should I grab like a towel, or-?” Michael was cut off by Dwayne’s grip on him tightening. As if to say ‘Don’t move…! please…’
“Alright.” Michael idly played with the shorter guys’ hair. “…talk to me, Dwayne, what happened?”
Dwayne was silent for a moment.
“What always happens. David is pissed about not having a backup vocalist, or at least he’s trying to act like it, it’s obvious that he’s fucking depressed, but he don’t talk to any of us about it. I offered to do some backup vocals and he just screamed his head off…” Dwayne was somewhere between a mutter and a yell as he spoke.
Michael didn’t know what to say to that. He’d heard it a hundred times and said nothing each time. At first he thought Dwayne would get upset, but he quickly came to the realization that Dwayne didn’t mind. He just wanted to be held.
So held he was.
Held he was when he first came go Michael about this.
Held he was at 9:00 in the morning when he was supposed to be getting ready for bed with the guys.
And held he was when Michael took him back to the Emerson home since they were both exhausted and Dwayne wasn’t letting go anytime soon
Held he was when Michael stared daggers into Sam after he tried to ask about it.