SevenEarly on Saturday morning as Misha's elbow deep in bubbles and hot water, finally washing the long overdue stack of dishes piled around the sink, Jensen calls to remind him about Kane’s gig that night. Which is just as well, because Misha had completely forgotten ( Read more... )

EightHe waits outside the mens room by the lonely couple of public phones. The row of people lined up has declined, everyone had headed to the bathroom the second the music finished, apparently ( Read more... )

Nine

Misha watches Jensen practically throw a wad of cash at a very grateful taxi driver before he scrambles out of the backseat to join him. Misha almost trips going up his stairs, stairs that he built himself, knows every inch of and has never ever tripped on ( Read more... )

Ten

When Misha wakes, eyes blinking at the white morning light filtering in through the blinds, he's alone in his bed. Turning over onto his back he feels the dried mess on his stomach crack and pull at his skin.

Well that's disgusting.He wonders if Jensen left and how he should feel about that ( Read more... )

EpilogueIn the end, he signs the papers. Of course he does. In retrospect he doesn't even know why it felt like such a big deal - though by the way he'd dragged out the signing, it clearly had been. Not that he thinks he necessarily made the right choice, but it doesn't appear to be as wrong a choice as he'd been worried about. Sliding the ( Read more... )