Michael quietly sips his tea and listens intently to what Len has to say. He tones out all the white noise of people moving in the kitchen or servers going from table to table to give Len his undivided attention. He takes each word to heart, putting what he can together from just this little. He can see how this actually bothers Len and he can't say he's really seen the guy shaken before, so this is new. Obviously it's important. Michael wants to do what he can to put his mind at ease and figure things out.
Until he utters those last four words. Michaels eyes widen as he pauses, lips pursed. He's slowly set the cup down, brows knitting as his mind ticks over that truth. But... clearly he's alive? How is that possible?
"You... what?" He almost doesn't comprehend it. "How?"
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Date: 2016-05-24 01:15 am (UTC)Until he utters those last four words. Michaels eyes widen as he pauses, lips pursed. He's slowly set the cup down, brows knitting as his mind ticks over that truth. But... clearly he's alive? How is that possible?
"You... what?" He almost doesn't comprehend it. "How?"