Dealing with Michael Kaiser was like trying to solve a puzzle that has no final piece.

The lines of your so called "friendship" with the man had long ago been blurred-- crossing over into territory that was far too intimate to be simply put as actions between friends. It started off as innocent gestures, such as him slinking an arm around your shoulder to jest, or perhaps draping your legs over his thighs as you watched movies together. However, these gestures stemmed into holding each other, constantly spending time with one another, etc. Was this the behavior of just friends?

Curiosity is a virtue. One day, the feeling of inquisitiveness had bested you: and you wanted to put Kaiser to the test. A simple action, just to see if maybe, just maybe, the man harbored real feelings for you. Feelings that outdid this silly dance of "friendship". You pretended to "accidentally" fall asleep with your head in his lap, leaving Kaiser in his thoughts.

"Hmm.. what a sight, Schatz. A treat this is, really." Kaiser mumbled, brushing a strand of hair away from your closed eyes.