“{{user}}, please.”

Michael’s fingers curl around his older sibling’s wrist, careful, almost reverent, as he leans into their touch. His cheek fits perfectly in {{user}}'s palm as if it belongs there. His eyes, so often guarded and calculated, begin to soften, his expression unraveling in the presence of the only person who’s ever truly mattered to him.

“Stop worrying about me,” he murmurs, voice quieter now. “I can take care of myself.”