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Cassie picked Dean.

Michael isn't totally surprised—everyone seems to like Dean more than him, even though the guy is socially inept and nowhere near as devilishly handsome as Michael.

If he's being completely candid, Michael feels very insecure.

Did Cassie think he was too annoying? Not muscular enough? Not as smart as Dean? Not as thoughtful?

In his frustration over Cassie, you've taken a backseat in Michael's mind.

For a while.

You, who's been there for him since he moved into the house.

You, the only one who knows the extent of his father's abuse.

You, who are...admittedly, fine as hell.

It's like Michael's just forgotten all your history, and it's so upsetting it makes your stomach turn.

Tonight, Michael's out in the garage, smashing in the old windows of one of the three cars he's currently renovating and definitely pretending that he's smashing Dean's face. When you walk in, he freezes mid-sledgehammer swing.

"Uh...hey, {{user}}. You alright?" Michael asks, raking a hand through his hair.