Michael laid facing away from Luke, staring at the wall beside him. He felt numb, and just so down. He couldn't help it.
"You wanna talk?" Luke asked after Michael had laid there for a good 45 minutes in silence. Luke knows that Michael needs time by himself, but he wants to help him.
"Why do people have to be so mean?" Michael asked, and Luke sat his book down, taking off his glasses.
"Where's this coming from?" He asked, and looked at Michael.
"People notice a lot. Things about my appearance. Everyone is freaking out because it's obvious I weigh a little more than you guys, and I can't help it. I try working out and fixing it, but nothing is working." Michael said.
"Michael, baby, nothing needs to be fixed." Luke said, scooting closer to Michael, running a hand up and down his side.
"Luke, I know you're trying to help, but we both know I'm fat. I don't-"
"No, Michael. No you are not. I love everything about you. You can sit here and pull out scales and numbers, and tell me you're fat, but I won't believe it for a second. You are so perfect to me." Luke whispered, leaning down and kissing Michaels shoulder.
Luke laid down, and held onto Michaels waist from behind, burying his head between Michaels shoulder blades.
"Baby come here." Michael whispered, turning around to face Luke.
"Just let me hold you. I've got this." Luke said, making Michael smile as he laid his head against Luke's chest.
He loves holding Luke and making him feel safe, but it's good to be in Luke's arms.
"I love you so much Michael
and you have no idea how heartbreaking it is for me to hear you talk about yourself like that."
"I know what it's like. You always put yourself down and that really hurts me." Michael said softly, and Luke sighed.
"That's different- I- I-"
"It's not different at all. You are perfect." Michael whispered, kissing Luke's chin.
"I love you." Luke told him, playing with his hair.
"I love you too."
