Michael sighed. He shifted, pressing his hip against Alex. In Alex's arms was the only place he felt any sort of peace. Even with the throbbing from his hand, he felt calm, he felt like he had found a place he could call home.
"It's not your fault, Alex. He's an evil person. He did this, not you." Michael couldn't bear the thought of Alex blaming himself. It wasn't Alex's fault. Alex had showed him nothing but kindness and compassion.
How such a beautiful man could come from such a wicked father was a mystery to Michael. Maybe that was a greater mystery than where he came from.