Bugger, that was right. Michael's journal entry. Anthony sighed softly as he leaned into Michael's hand for a moment before shifting closer, close enough to nuzzle softly against Michael's neck. "Yeah," he murmured, closing his eyes. "M'sorry. Meant to reply, but..." He shrugged one shoulder absently, sighing again. Thoughts had kept popping into his head, ones he couldn't push away, and he never got around to trying again.

"Do love you, though," Anthony said quietly.