Michael gives him a faintly amused look, appreciating the lengths that he's going to in order to make him feel normal. "Don't worry, I think you're right," he guarantees. "Once I get over this mental block bullshit, my body will remember what my brain knows."

"That Alex and I are cosmic," he guarantees, "and we'll work ourselves back to each other and my brain and body will remember how furiously smoking hot he is."

Because fuck, he wants more of those heated kisses that land instead of just fizzle out, making him feel worthless.