Michael frowned when he heard Trevor's words, a conflicted look gleaming in his eyes. Shaking his head from side to side, the bobcat hissed softly as he sat there, "Come back home? Trev, I didn't know where you were. You could've been anywhere, I was gone for months. I couldn't just count on you still bein' at our last camp site..." He shakily shifted his paws beneath him, using them to slowly push himself upward, albeit slowly. It caused a jolt of pain to rush through him, but he ignored that, just gritting his teeth and moving forward, closer to Trevor. He didn't know what his intentions had been when he had begun moving, but he just let his legs carry him forward, over the porch where he could press his head into Trevor's chest, among the patchy fur. He mumbled as he sat there, shoulders slumped and face hidden, "I was barely alive when I pulled myself to the nearest group. There was no way I would've survived goin' all the way back to our old camp, especially if it turned out you weren't there."

The bobcat immediately frowned when he heard the tremor in Trevor's voice, not used to hearing such a thing unless something was seriously wrong. Sitting back on his haunches, Michael slowly lifted up his bandage covered arms to wrap around the coyote, pressing further into his chest. The smaller male mumbled as he stayed there, his long-dead ear pressed over Trevor's heart,  "...I'm sorry, okay? I didn't... I didn't want to leave you. I made the decision just because I wanted to protect you. And... and I figured that if you thought I was dead, you could go and be safe, and... move on. With another... partner." He shifted his paws a little in Trevor's fur, seemingly struggling to come up with a title that accurately described their relationship.

Michael frowned and said, more firmly this time, "I didn't want you to get hurt. You were always around protecting me, and throwing yourself into danger... I couldn't let you try and take them all on." He sighed shakily before he pressed further into the coyote's fur, enjoying the warmth that radiated off of him in waves. After a long moment of silence, he shifted his paws in the canine's sparse fur, letting them rest against Trevor's neck. He muttered softly, able to feel the other shaking beneath his touch, "I'm sorry about everything, but... I'm here now. We're both here, and we're both alive, and I'm gonna be just fine, alright? I'm healing, I promise.." He then glanced away, hear rising up beneath his own thick pelt, "And I... I'm glad you're here. I missed you so much... I thought about you all the time. I just..." The bobcat seemed to struggle with words in the moment, his blue gaze darkening slightly. Eventually he just pressed his paws more firmly against the sides of Trevor's neck, attempting to tug the canine down and in close to press their muzzles together in a soft, and chaste kiss.

Michael felt a pleased hum leave him when Trevor finally stopped arguing, kissing the other lovingly before they pulled apart. When he heard the coyote's muffled insult, he snorted and said softly, pressing his nose gently behind the other's ear, "I may be an asshat, but you're the one who fuckin' follows me wherever I go." His heart was thundering wildly in his chest as he spoke, mainly thanks to his own finally making a move, but Trevor's calmness had transferred to him as well, making everything seem... fine. As they pressed together, Michael hesitated before he mumbled, pressing his muzzle fully into the coyote's fur, staying close to him, "Why aren't you as freaked out as I am? How are you so fuckin' calm after I just kissed you...?"

Michael stared back up at Trevir for a moment before he spoke, feeling an embarrassed blush come to his face beneath his dark fur, "Yeah, but... but kissing is so intimate! All that other stuff that we've done... I figured that was just us needing each other's company." His ears then flattened down against his skull, the bobcat looking down at his paws and shifting them a little, "And I... kissin' you was my way of showing you that I... you know. That I have feelings for you, asshole. Real feelings. I don't know... I thought it would be a bigger deal." His explanation was rather clumsy and awkward, but he couldn't think of any other way to put it. He just cared for Trevor too much for his own good, and he was confused as to how the other wasn't panicking as much as him. Of course, Michael was the only one who had just come to terms with his sexuality, of the two of them.