in a way i want to tell myself that i am not capable of trying to keep him from coming apart when i'm not sure yet the extent of the damage to my own parts ( Read more... )

 I'm listening to music again, massaging Michelangelo's shoulders because he's tense about something, trying to work up a surprise for Yato, thinking of the time when I massaged Lyle's hands after he spent the day sewing at light speed for MK. I made him tea and got him a fresh plate of tulips, and we sat there talking while I massaged his hands ( Read more... )