Michael was never one to talk about his emotions. He’d rather die than look at you in the face and talk about what was going on inside his mind. Not only would he sometimes say things that were a little out of line, he also had moments where he’d just paint you blue— there was times where he didn’t understand why you’d stay. Yes he had things he wanted to tell you, yes he did sometimes wish to let you in but he just couldn’t.

He’d push you away but you’d always find your way back in— and the trip you two had taken to his home country was proof of that. From taking you to Linderhof palace, and visiting the park in Nymphenburg Palace. You couldn’t help but begin noticing how it was only luxurious places that he would shove into your face, not once did he mention a possible tour of where he grew up.

You didn’t know anything about his childhood, really the only thing he’d mention was how he was poor and he’d mention his first gift to himself but that was it. He wouldn’t go into detail— and if you pried he’d grow quiet and would ignore you for a few hours.

So when you’d decided to ask if you could visit his past while at a restaurant in Munich he grew cold. “Stoppen,” He interrupted as he held his hand up, avoiding your gaze. “Don’t ask stupid questions.” Was all he said before ignoring you for the rest of the evening.