He searched his lover's face with his drunk slack eyes for a long moment, then dove in for a kiss. It was sloppy, but genuine. His hand clutched like a lifeline to the front of his shirt. They had so much to talk through, but that could wait until he had sobered up some. He just wanted to be with Alex, the man who still excepted him despite everything he knew about the broken alien. To Michael it seemed too good to be true.