He listened. He watched. He saw the battle going on in Sandy's eyes and the thoughts behind them, and to him, it looked... familiar. The smile he gave was small. Warm. Not happy, but sympathetic. He gently edged him over until they were laying facing each other again, and he could gather the other man against him with protective arms.
"I'll listen," Mike said quietly. "I'll listen to anything you want to tell me, and if you want me to keep it secret, it'll never see the light of day again. But it's your choice. If you want to tell me, I'll listen. If you don't, I'm not going to push. But... let me say this."
A light kiss to Sandy's lips and he murmured, "I'll tell you secret for secret. If you'll trust me that much, then I'll trust you just as much. Then I won't be holding anything over you. We'll be even."
And that, Mike felt, was the best way to do it. So nothing was imbalanced.
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"I'll listen," Mike said quietly. "I'll listen to anything you want to tell me, and if you want me to keep it secret, it'll never see the light of day again. But it's your choice. If you want to tell me, I'll listen. If you don't, I'm not going to push. But... let me say this."
A light kiss to Sandy's lips and he murmured, "I'll tell you secret for secret. If you'll trust me that much, then I'll trust you just as much. Then I won't be holding anything over you. We'll be even."
And that, Mike felt, was the best way to do it. So nothing was imbalanced.