02-26-2020, 01:48 AM
He sounds important to you. Man, that was the understatement of the fucking year. Despite all of Michael's best efforts to deny it and shove his feelings far down beneath layers and layers of repression, he knew that Caustic was right. Trevor meant a great deal to him, and probably always would. Hell, he was the only person Michael had been willing to do something selfless for. Swallowing the lump that still plagued his throat, Michael moved to fumble with the bottle of whiskey to take another large swig before he responded, his head practically falling back to the floor with a soft thud, "He was very important to me. Still fuckin' is, wherever he is out there... I'll find him again someday. I'm sure of it." Immediately beginning to feel uncomfortable again, talking about his own emotionally charged relationship, Michael instead decided to focus on Caustic's. Eyes faintly lighting up at the mention of a partner – a lab partner, apparently, but Michael had his doubts – the bobcat felt a lazy smile come to his face, "Your lab partner, huh? What's he like? Batshit crazy as my 'lab partner'?"
[glow=#75603C,1,000]" oh, it's a setup, no, no, we won't fall. "[/glow]
— Reggan