Michael sat forward in his chair, bottle between his hands. "Me either."
His gaze finally falling to the ground between them. He wasn't much for pouring his heart out to anyone. Twenty years of foster care and hiding who he was from the world made him wrap himself in so many lies he wasn't sure who he really was anymore. The only time he even felt close to himself was with Max and Isobel, but even they only got a version of him. He was tired of hiding who he was. Now that their secret was out maybe now he could drop the veil, but he was scared of being so vulnerable even though he knew Alex hurt him on purpose.
"So... where do we start?" He glanced back up at the man.