Camping wasn't really Brian's thing. He liked high threadcount sheets, hot showers, food that wasn't eaten out of a can. Sleeping on the ground tended to make him cranky, at the least
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Michael wasn't exactly thrilled with the conditions either, but he had to just be away from people. He was glad Brian had come with him...if only thing so he remembered to eat and things like that instead of staring off in the space.
As it was, he'd taken to just laying on his back, hands behind his head as he looked up at the darkening sky. "Guy doesn't love me anymore." He said softly, yet matter a factly, like it was obvious.
Brian rolled his eyes at that. Christ. "When are you going to learn, Mikey?" he asked softly, looking irritated. Guy was a fucking idiot, but Mikey wasn't much better for believing that he could be happy like that, for believing that 'love' and 'relationships' were meant for fags. They were men. They fucked. Prettying it up didn't change that fact.
He shrugged from where he lay. "Never. I'll always try and I'll always not find it." He said dejectedly. Was it even worth trying with Ben if it just set him up for this heartbreak again?
Brian sighed, because it was probably true. No matter how many times he tried to convince Mikey not to bother, he'd keep looking for that "special someone". "See, this is why I've stopped fucking Roger," he announced impatiently. "If he wants to play boyfriends that's his call, but I've been there, done that." And Justin had disappeared.
Michael wasn't really paying attention, try very hard not to think about anything. "Yeah I guess." Nothing wasn't happening. His eyes wrinkled at the corners as he tired to remember he wasn't going to cry again.
"You'd be much happier if you followed my example," Brian went on. "I mean--this is bullshit. You feel like shit now, I want to punch Guy Burgess in the face...how does anyone benefit from this?"
"Could if you tried," Brian grumbled. "I'm so fucking sick of all of this emotional bullshit. It's like a goddamn epidemic. Everyone's pairing up and bring all of their drama into my life--when the fuck did simple, enjoyable fucking go out of style?" He was warming to his topic now, and it wouldn't take much to keep him going.
"It's not for everyone Brian." Michael could have this conversation in his sleep he and Brian had had it so many times. Then he frowned as what the rest of what Brian said sunk in. "I'm sorry for making your life harder." It was both sincere and bitter as he turned on his side to hug his arms around himself.
Brian pulling him close was accompanied by another eyeroll, but only once Mikey couldn't see. "You'll be okay, Mikey," he said softly, sighing and rubbing his back. "You've still got me."
Michael was holding him like he wasn't going to let Brian go. "I hope so..." He said softly. "I can't do this again. First David...now Guy. What if I'm so different from the Michael at home that Ben can't do this either?" He was being irrational and a part of him knew that but he couldn't help himself. He had to say or it was going to eat him up inside.
"So don't do it again," Brian suggested, pulling him closer. "Fuck Ben. Fuck Roger. We'll go back to being the Brian and Mikey show." He didn't realize exactly what his including Roger implied, didn't even really realize he'd said that. He was just trying to put Mikey back together.
Giving a small sigh of frustration, snuggling back into the familiar embrace. "I can't...I know I can't. I'm going to set myself up for this again..."He sighed again. "I wish we could. Let it just be me and you, like old times." Before Guy, Before the island, Before Ben, Before David...back when it was just Brian and Mikey, two queer men growing up in Pittsburgh.
As it was, he'd taken to just laying on his back, hands behind his head as he looked up at the darkening sky. "Guy doesn't love me anymore." He said softly, yet matter a factly, like it was obvious.
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