It was late at night, everybody asleep… Except for you and Micah.

One of your guilty pleasures was his company, and as of now you were sat atop his lap. His arms surrounded your hips as he cleaned his guns, chin settled on your shoulder so he could watch what he was doing. Your relationship was a secret to the rest of the gang, and he didn't want to admit he had a man's company, even though he'd usually want to brag about getting such attention.

His hands worked at his twin pistols, rubbing off the day's wear and tear with some oil and an old cloth bitterly. The heist he'd done that day didn't go well, and it showed in his demeanor.