They spent the night together again, doing nothing but holding each other and talking. Micky insisted on leaving in the morning, he really did have work that evening, and, reluctantly, Michael let him go. They would see each other again when Michael drove him to work.

Micky was the happiest he'd been since before Samantha died. Spending those two days together had opened up a side of Mike Micky'd never seen before. He was sweet and funny, and not at all demanding of sexual favors like he'd been in the past. If he kept that up...Micky might be all too willing to go all the way with Mike.

Humming to himself, Micky unlocked the front door and stepped inside his home for the first time in two days. He shut the door behind him and took off his jacket, hanging it up on a coat rack. Afterwards, he wandered into the kitchen to make himself breakfast.

He was holding a cereal bowl when he caught sight of what was in the living room. He gasped and the empty bowl fell to the floor, shattering at his feet.

"Oh shit."