rp][on the coldest climb//to the end of time//i'll be here... {for foundherwings}
(Set the night before this.)
After his meeting with Jesse, and some time to go over plans with Sam and Fiona, Michael went home. He still wasn't sure what to make of Jesse or their talk. He wasn't any more comforted that Jesse wouldn't shoot him, but he could hope. He had to hope.
He let himself into the apartment and went into the kitchen to get a glass of juice and open a yogurt. His mind was all over the place and he was still worried about upsetting Jess with any of it. He was filling her in every day as she needed, but he was trying to not start any fights. Not that he would on purpose. He was just having a hard time with the "not meaning to" side of things. And he knew she wasn't for him meeting with Jesse or the even bigger meeting the next day.
He needed to relax, and he wasn't sure if he could.
After his meeting with Jesse, and some time to go over plans with Sam and Fiona, Michael went home. He still wasn't sure what to make of Jesse or their talk. He wasn't any more comforted that Jesse wouldn't shoot him, but he could hope. He had to hope.
He let himself into the apartment and went into the kitchen to get a glass of juice and open a yogurt. His mind was all over the place and he was still worried about upsetting Jess with any of it. He was filling her in every day as she needed, but he was trying to not start any fights. Not that he would on purpose. He was just having a hard time with the "not meaning to" side of things. And he knew she wasn't for him meeting with Jesse or the even bigger meeting the next day.
He needed to relax, and he wasn't sure if he could.