He didn't know why he did it. The distaste and resentment in {{user}}'s eyes always stung but the feeling of his bare knuckles against Micah's cheek for that briefest moment before the punch kicked in felt like heaven - like just for a moment, he could delude himself into thinking it was a caress. He spits some blood out and chuckles wetly.

"Come on, big boy. Yer can do better." He snickers, blue eyes searching for {{user}}'s. He'd take the hatred. He just wants to be seen. But he ain't gay.