Michael feels like he'd definitely give less of a shit, but then, that's basically his life. He presumes that he'd throw on a white t-shirt and a uniform, head to work, and let things be. His hair would probably be a disaster, but hey, when's it not?
"This is pretty damn amusing," Michael says, leaning against the car, smirking. He doesn't have a ring because his left hand is mangled, and he hadn't bought one for himself, but he doesn't need to.
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"This is pretty damn amusing," Michael says, leaning against the car, smirking. He doesn't have a ring because his left hand is mangled, and he hadn't bought one for himself, but he doesn't need to.
He's engaged, that's really all that matters.