"Ant and I will never solve our differences. We're doomed to fight our whole lives and never find a point on which we agree-" Michael said lightly, tipping his head slightly so that Dorcas could reach more of his hair and was that okay? He hadn't really spoken to anyone else about his feelings, either regarding Stephen or regarding Dorcas. He caught the from Anthony and realised that was going to have to change soon.
"No, I just couldn't sleep. I don't tend to dream a lot," he admitted. "That or I'm good at repressing them." Either was possible. And yeah, maybe it was PTSD that was getting to them, it would hardly be a surprise. They all had pretty similar demons.
"Really? Really? You want me to tell you a story?" Michael smirked. "Does Ant know what stories I've been looking for? Then again, there are some breasts involved, so it's more of a horror story for him," he laughed. "But of course, I can probably recount some others. My mind isn't a complete dungeons of filth-"