Alex didn’t like the idea oh being carried to the bed. It was only a few steps away. But he was glad that he wasn’t balancing on his leg anymore. Even with Michael there to steady him. It wasn’t exactly easy to stand on one leg. He was sure it would get easier over time.
But he didn’t say anything about being brought to the bed. Although he had a feeling if he did then he would just be silenced again with another kiss. Which didn’t make it easy to hold his tongue because he would welcome that.
He sat on the bed and looked down to Michael. His ribs were still sensitive to the touch. Even the water from the shower beating down on his skin had hurt. He didn’t have a super human tolerance to pain. He just had some practice at hiding it.
“They were drunk. I just got pulled into it,” he had seen the fight starting and had gotten up to leave. Bumped into the wrong person and suddenly he was in a bar fight. “It looks worse than it feels.” Which was a lie but he didn’t want Michael to worry about him. It wasn’t about being human or gay. It was about the other people being stupid and drunk.