Stephen didn't want it to be true, but the more he thought about it, the things Michael had said lined up with the things Roth had suggested, and the coiling anxiety in his stomach- "Ok," He mumbled, finally giving into Michael's suggestion. He didn't have the energy for anything else, no matter how much he might have wanted to turn and run and pretend none of this had happened.
He laid back down, fighting the desire to press himself against Michael's body and instead curled up away from his friend. He didn't want to sleep, he didn't want to be in bed, but Michael was here, and he couldn't help but feel a little safer. There was no choice, he was so tired. So tired.