Left my heart in rocky hill [p, Michael]

[OCTANE.]

Octane finds himself sticking a paw in Michael's doorway. He doesn't want the bobcat to push him out too, so he leans in. "It's late, I know..." Octane knows that it's late for others, but he's used to staying up for every hour of the day until he just fucking crashed with the heaviness of a dead person. "I wanna talk. Can you let me in? Or you come out here?" He doesn't care which, he just wants to talk, know the thief's secrets.
It was always funny, Caustic tended to kick him out of bed. If they even got that far, but most of the time he was given the sweet sleep of death. Caustic slept so rigid you would think he was dead himself, but Octavio kicked in his sleep like a dying animal. Somehow, somehow, Caustic was a paranoid light sleeper, just Octavio's weight shifting was enough to wake him. When the scientist didn't kick him out, Octane would awake with Caustic wrapped around and over him. The weight was always good and comforting, Octane knew that he was safe in Caustic's sleeping arms. Caustic was steady, enough to make him slow down or stop, just a moment.
He pulls off his goggles, looking inside Michael's home. "Is it alright if I can call you Mike?"

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