My Thoughts on You | Jaxon

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[attr="class","cbody"]The news of Jaxon’s injury had not come on a good day. In fact, quite the opposite. It had come on one of the worst days that Michael had had in a while, and hearing that he had gotten hurt had not made anything better. Even if they weren’t in a relationship anymore, even if it wasn’t his place to be upset about that sort of thing, he had been. The final nail in the coffin of that bad day had been Van coming over to invite him to his and Cat’s vow renewal, but Jaxon getting injured during a match hadn’t helped things. He had been worried. It had made him want to retreat into his room and not come out until he felt better, whenever that might be. It had made him want to ignore his responsibilities and stay in his pajamas for the foreseeable future.
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But then Kali had crawled into bed to sleep there, and it was clear that something was on her mind too. Worrying about his sister had been the best way to put his own problems aside for a while. It was a reminder of why he did what he did—why he had broken up with Jaxon, why he knew that he’d have to find a good match at some point, assuming that Kali didn’t want him to go through with marrying her when she turned twenty-five. Everything that he did, he did for his family. To try to keep them safe, to try to keep their family name from turning to complete rubbish, to try to do everything that his father would have wanted him to do.
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He had chosen him over Van. Michael wanted to think that was because he had believed that he was capable of everything that came from being the Lord of their family, but he also knew that the man hadn’t had any other options. It had been him or Van, and he was the lesser of the two evils in that situation, but he was by no means the perfect son, or even an ideal one. He was a former Hufflepuff, he was an artist, he was too nice for his own good sometimes. Not exactly qualities that made for a good Lord in his father’s eyes, but he had done his best since his death.
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And his best couldn’t be hiding in bed all day, so when morning had come, he had gotten up and he had gone to work. Michael knew that it wouldn’t be his last bad day, there would always be more no matter how many pep-talks he gave himself or how many times he reminded himself what his father would have wanted, but it had done the trick this time. It had been enough to get him up and going, anyway. He had sent food over to the hospital for Jaxon on Wednesday—that had seemed like a nice thing to do, but safer than going himself. Seeing his ex-boyfriend was not always an easy thing to do. It hadn’t been easy when he had seen him while he’d been outside of the Ministry smoking, and it hadn’t been easy when he’d seen him while out drinking and had ended up with him at the cabin. There wasn’t any risk of that happening during a hospital visit, but he still had thought that it was better to keep his distance. They were not together anymore, and he wasn’t even sure that he could call them friends.
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But he had woken up today with the realization that it was the fourth of July. While that did not mean anything in the United Kingdom, that meant something in the States, and Jaxon was American. It had taken a little bit of research, but eventually he had managed to pack up some food that apparently, they ate over in the U.S. on the fourth of July. He knew that he should have just sent it over like he had the day before, but instead, he’d found himself going to the hospital with the food in tow.
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Michael told himself that he would just drop it off and be on his way. He was sure that Jaxon had plenty of other visitors to see to him on any given day, but he could still bring him food. That wasn’t strange, was it?
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It was too late to second guess it anyway, as he approached the door to the room he’d been pointed to. He knocked before pushing it open and stepped into the room. Blue eyes moved to the seeker in the bed, and for a moment he hesitated. “Hey,” the word left him finally, after a few more seconds of silence than he probably should have allowed. “I thought you might be tired of hospital food.”
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