Michael closed his eyes as he took in Micky's answer. Tears escaped down his cheeks, but he didn't bother wiping them away when he opened his eyes and stood up. Micky stared at the wall, barely acknowledging Michael's presence in the room.

"Okay," Michael whispered. "Okay, I'll go. But...let me do one last thing before I do."

Micky's eyes finally met Michael's as he made his way to the bed where Micky sat. He sat on the bed and rested his hand on Micky's thigh, staring at him for just a moment before leaning in and kissing him. He placed his hand on the back of Micky's neck and poured all the passion he had into the kiss, kissing him deep and slow.

When Michael finally broke contact, Micky stared at him in silence. Michael sighed and stood up.

"I'll go now. Don't worry about leavin', you can stay here as long as you like...I'll stay in your place until you wanna go home. I only want what's best for ya, Mick, and if that takes me out of the picture then," his throat closed up, but he forced the words out, trying not to let Micky see how much it was effecting him, "so be it."

Michael outstretched a hand to cup Micky's cheek, resting the palm of his hand against his face. Micky looked up at Michael through his eyelashes.

"Goodbye, Micky. I love you."