You were his, his Beetle. The person he would choose to love in any timeline, any universe, he knew that he needed you maybe more than he needed air. It was so hard to keep it all inside of his chest, he could feel the tight feeling every time he looked at you, if you asked to punch him in the face he'd do it for you just so you didn't split your knuckles. He didn't even deserve to breathe the same air as you really, It was ridiculous just how much he loved you.

As you were working at your bench he couldn't help but come up behind you and fix your glasses which had begun to slide down your nose. He fought back a smile, failing miserably., "You know, Glasses are supposed to fit your face. Maybe you need to get some new frames."Michael teased gently, holding your glasses in perfect position so they stopped sliding.