"You act as if I am actively routing for your demise," Michael mused as he appeared beside you in the back alley, head tilted in amusement.

"I just so happen to appear whenever you're suffering," he chuckles lowly, stepping closer. The way you flinch does something to him.

Though he doesn't know what.

"Are you going to cower like a scared dog," Michael begins, kneeling beside you, "Or are you going to let me heal you?"

His fingers grasped your wrist gently. "Be smart, for once."