BECAUSE WAITINGFORWINTER TOLD ME TOO

They drive with no destination in mind. Michael’s inexperience with American cars—and driving cars in general—has James is behind the wheel more often then not, though he really doesn’t mind. James finds it comforting, something that he can get lost in easily and do without much thought. Michael at time will drape his arm over James’s shoulders when he thinks James is too tense, press his thumb into the back of his neck and rub the tension out. James will either bat Michael’s hand away and that’s when they both really know James is tired, and Michael makes him pullover and kisses him until  all the hate, anger, sadness is nothing but a forethought. Or James will fall back into the touch and Michael will scoot himself over until he’s plastered against James’s side.  He’ll rest his head on James’s shoulder if he’s feeling brave enough to interrupt James’s driving, and together they’ll quietly watch the landscape go by.

Then there are rare moments where Michael will plug in his i-pod (that he protects like it’s his child even though Michael fiercely denies it every time James brings it up) and makes James sing some Black Sabbath or Iron Maiden with him. At the end of each song Michael thanks him with a kiss, and James finds that after everything—with everything that could possibly be waiting to happen—these are some of the best moments he wants to keep close and never lose.