Michael thought Terry's logic was sound. With a few vegetables cut to his satisfaction, he scooped them into his hands and put himself between Terry's legs. He dropped them onto the counter next to Terry, attention turned upwards to his taller, seated friend.
He popped another piece of cucumber into his mouth, it freshly crunching as he chewed. He smiled knowingly. He planted his hands next to Terry's hips. "Honest opinion?" Michael inquired with a perk of his eyebrow. He'd never known Terry not want him to be honest. But it was always good to at least check, Michael figured.
Michael swallowed thoughtfully, putting together his thoughts. "So... I don't think you're the sleep around and shag type, mate. Never have. I mean I wasn't going to stop you from trying... you know... in case I was wrong?" Michael shrugged and shifted his hands to Terry's thighs. They were chaste but poignant. "I think you're a bit of a coupler. Look at us. You cuddle with me and Anthony... Mandy, Morag."
Twisting his lips for a moment, Michael added cautiously. "I mean shagging is brilliant but... did you go off and want to do this shagfest this summer because you wanted to or because you felt somewhere in here-" Michael tapped his friend's chest, "- Like you needed to before shyte got real?" Michael narrowed his eyes briefly. Not malicious but emphatically. "And fuck what you're supposed to do... like some kind of social obligation?"
Michael shrugged and started to assemble his sandwich next to Terry. He wasn't sure if it was selfish, or just a good pointer of Terry's true feelings. "I think you had good reasons to break up with him... like the apparating bit? And the distance? But if you like him that much, then you should do something about it. You're not as fucked as you think." Michael looked up at his friend from assembling his sandwich. "Can I ask you something personal?"