Michael sighed softly, but at least there was some kind of communication going on between them. There hadn't been for a long time, not without a rush or other people overhearing. But it didn't seem to make much of a difference, any kind of interaction they'd had had been a mess-
He closed his eyes when Stephen first spoke, trying not to sigh too obviously again. "Ste-" Michael reached his hand up to touch Stephen's face. "I don't think you do. I'm sorry. I think you think you do, and- and I wish you did." Opening his eyes once more, because he respected Stephen, Stephen was his best friend. "It's okay. You need to sleep, Stevie. We'll talk when you wake up properly."