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Michael looks radiant in that club. Like a breath of fresh air in this warm, dank and sweaty space. His sudden presence strikes Ryan hard and he doesn’t know why. All he knows is that people around him don't smile like Michael does and would never drive for miles in the middle of the night just to see him.
‘Ryan, it's Michael and Dwight!’ Michael says, eyes wide and bright, tie loose and shoulders scrunched like he's nervous or confused.
Ryan giggles, he finds him cute when he's like this.
The hug is short but Ryan's heightened senses make it feel like it lasts. He hugs him twice and each time Michael's hand lingers on his waist and Ryan might be too high, because it feels really nice to touch him.
He thinks he missed him, but that might just be cocaine talking.