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He was careful when he touched his injured hand. Whatever Micha had done to himself, he knew it had to still be hurting. Like the others he worried how well they were taken care of, but kept his comments to himself. If Micha wanted his input he would have asked for it. Since he hadn't, he was going to have to just let it go. That wouldn't stop him from caring about his well-being, but he would at least try to butt out where he wasn't needed. Samuel was patient as Micha sighed and soon explained himself. He couldn't help but cringe a tad when he informed him of how he got his injury. It sounded almost as bad as how he received his others. More stupid questions flooded his mind before Micha continued. He forced the thoughts to the back of his mind, listening once more. In an odd way he could understand his father wanting to cut Micha's hair. His own father had never allowed him or his brothers to have long hair. Every time it started looking shaggy, his father would whisk them away to the nearest salon. He always told them how they must always look presentable. That their family name held great value and it demanded they present themselves that way. They may not be on the same level as certain celebrities, but they did rank up there with the politicians and other big corporate names; meaning they were high up enough in status that someone would always be watching, but low enough to keep striving for something better. This is just one of the many lessons his father had taught him. When Micha finished speaking, he gave a soft sigh, remaining quiet for a little more than a minute before speaking. "Y'know I feel like this is the part I should be saying something nice or encouraging. Something like 'oh well it's just a mirror. You can always buy a new one.' or 'hey, it's just hair, it'll grow back.' But honestly that just sounds like a bunch of irrelevant prattle. Like the more you tell me about your dad, the more I really just want to punch him in the throat. And I know, it's my own fault since I keep asking. But s**t man.......I'm really scare for you. What if he doesn't back off after you give him the money?"

It was stupid of him to worry like this. It wasn't even his problem and he was feeling all kinds of emotions because of it. While one part wanted to be happy that Micha was alive and, for the most part, well. The other wanted to hunt down his father and tear him limb from limb. All this over a bit of money. It was ridiculous. Being a business man himself he could understand how damaging it could be to lose that amount. But he also knew that there were ways to get back. Honest ways that didn't involve battering another human being and certainly ways that didn't involve doing anything illegal. Perhaps he was being a bit naive because he had come from money, never questioned how he would survive until the next paycheck came in. But that shouldn't matter. What Micha's father was doing was wrong. He hated the marks the male left behind, the pain he'd caused. All for a bit cash that with today's market would be gone within the week. Perhaps the month if the man could budget properly, but somehow he highly doubted that. Samuel knew that now wasn't the time to let his temper get the best of him. He'd be no help to Micha, assuming he'd want anymore than he was already offering him, if he went off in a tangent. He resisted the urge to roll his eyes when Micha laughed him. Laugh all he wanted, he was dead serious. People like that didn't just stop once they got what they wanted. Growing up, he'd learned that money was a kind of addiction. When it came to some people, those that had it only wanted to get more of it. One dollar, a hundred, even a million. It was never enough. He worried that Micha's father might be one of those kind of people. "That's what I'm saying. Sure he might be happy for a little while with the hundred grand. But who's to say that he won't come back, like to collect on interest or something? Aren't you worried even a little bit?" As badly as he wanted to trust Micha on this, it was hard when he was fully aware of what the man was capable of. Money did strange things to people. For some it could bring about hopes and dreams. While in others it could destroy lives, relationships, and everything a person knows. It was a scary thought, one he knew of well enough. Since Micha wished for him to stay out of it, he would. But that didn't mean he had to do so silently.

The minute the words left his mouth he knew he shouldn't have said anything at all. He had no right to say something like that. Even if it was out of concern, that didn't make it right. If Samuel was this frustrated and upset just from hearing about what Micha's father had done, he could only imagine how Micha must be feeling. Try as he might, he just couldn't properly understand. He never had either of his parents or any relatives purposely beat on him. If he did they were never introduced to him or his siblings. He watched Micha turn his gaze away from him and bite his lower lip. "Sorry. I'm sorry. I didn't mean...it'sjustI'mworried,I'manidiotandIshouldn'thavesaidanything." his words came out in a rush all at once. He hadn't meant to make Micha feel bad or anything. But the way he kept putting on a brave face worried him about as much as hearing him say he'd just move, like that would be all it took to end this. Gently as he could, Samuel brought his arms around Micha, hugging him to his chest. "I know you probably don't want to, but you always have the option of just going to the police. You could tell them everything that you told me. I could go with you. But if you don't want to do that I understand, just an idea.....You could also just come live with me. I'm not saying permanently, unless you want to. But maybe hold off on looking for a new place to live. Just until you're absolutely certain he's out of the area. I'm sorry I really shouldn't be sticking my nose where it doesn't belong." Samuel sighed softly, feeling absolutely useless. He didn't know what Micha could do in a situation like this. This was a first for him and he didn't want to lose Micha.

Although he had tried to be careful when he moved to hug Micha, he still felt him wince beneath his arms. Samuel quietly apologized again,though that one too probably wasn't necessary. He just wanted Micha to be safe and sound. He wasn't one hundred percent sure, but right now that didn't feel like it was an option. Sure, Micha's moving was for the best but who was to say the man wouldn't stalk him some more and just find him at his next place? He wanted to be supportive of whatever Micha decided but he felt conflicted. Like if Micha made the wrong decisions he'd be standing at his grave within a matter of time. It was cryptic to think like that, he knew. Still this was all so new to him. It was like something out of one of those bad mafia films. Samuel glanced down as Micha, seeing the nervous smile on his face. As he spoke, Samuel felt the urge to apologize again for over apologizing. Stupid as that was, he choked down the words and opting to nod silently instead to show he was listening. When he continued, Samuel sighed and closed his eyes for a minute. Oh course he wouldn't go to the police. No one ever went to the police, even when their body was just about all the evidence that would be needed to prove he had been assaulted. But he could understand to a point why Micha wouldn't want to go to the police. No one these days trusted the police. Not when you have crooked cops dealing with the mobs and gangs, killing innocent people on the daily, and treating certain citizens like second class citizens while Malibu barbie gets off scot-free. For someone like Micha he doubted it would be much different. He'd never bothered to ask if Micha was a legal citizen or just here on a work visa so there was one reason to skip out on the cops. Also he was right about the mob, there was no telling who was working with them and would take their side over the honest civilian. He might be sooner dead thanks to the cops than trying to play keep away from his father. He nodded again when Micha soon finished speaking. The police were definitely not an option. One he probably shouldn't have even suggested. "Then stay at one of my places. You can use the penthouse or the mansion. He'd never suspect you to be staying at either of those places. Not to mention, and I mean no offense by this, but there's a lot better security. If he even tried to set foot on to either property, someone would be there to check it out. " he suggested again. If hiding out was his only option for the moment, he might as well stay in a place his father wouldn't look.

Samuel knew very well that none of this was his fault and that it was stupid of him to even consider apologizing for it. But still he wished he could have done something. He couldn't stop himself from wondering if they hadn't fought last night that all of this might have been avoided. That if he had just swallowed his damn temper for five minutes and calmly tried to talk this all out like he originally wanted to, Micha wouldn't be in this predicament. There was no guarantee that had things not gone as they had Micha wouldn't end up like this inevitably, but wishful thinking liked to tell him otherwise. This was a first for him. If any of the other guys he'd been with had been going through anything like this, he was never informed or they didn't stick around long enough for him to find out. He could only apologize because he didn't know what else to say aside from asking dumb question and insist he help where it wasn't needed. When he offered up one of his homes to Micha, he seemed surprised. With good reason he guessed. Compared to Micha's studio and house, there was no denying that he did live rather excessively. "If you don't want to, it's fine. I know it's not your style, too much furniture and all. But it's like I said, maybe you ought to lie low a bit before you go hunting for a new place to live. Y'know just until you're certain your old man isn't stalking you or something." Samuel was very certain about allowing Micha to borrow one of his places. If Micha's father didn't know about him, then all the more reason to use one of his places. Both places were pretty tight in terms of security. Security systems, cameras, a single entry, high gates, reliable doormen, and if things could really sketchy, there was a panic room on the ground floor of the mansion. As for his family, Samuel had a few ideas to take care of that. One being that a loyal employee had fallen on hard times and had no place to go, so he was letting "her" stay at his place and would appreciate it if no one made any unannounced visits. If that wasn't possible, he was up for helping him find another temporary place. Maybe Micha could find something from Airbnb to his liking.

Samuel knew he was hard to read at times. It was just one of the many reasons a lot of his lovers left him. He had always had a hard time expressing himself. Samuel was the type of person who could ask someone else a million questions about them self, but once the attention was turned on him, he had the terrible habit of clamming up. He was trying to be more open with Micha. He wanted to be more open with Micha. It was just going to take a bit of time. It wasn't like he,could change something like that over night. As for their current conversation, Samuel was trying his damnedest to be a good boyfriend and help where he could. He was careful with his suggestions. Micha had his pride and Samuel didn't want to butt in more than he already had. The situation didn't help though. Were the decision left to him, Samuel would likely rent the first fully furnished studio loft - preferably in France - and tell Micha to go hide out there for the next few months. But he knew that wasn't an option. Not when they both still had jobs and other obligations. For now he could settle with just offering up one of his homes. They were both secure and he was insured if, God forbid, anything were to happen. Besides that, Samuel was one man, he couldn't possibly live in both places at once. Someone ought to put one of the places.

Samuel watched Micha shake his head before speaking. He smiled back at Micha, soon returning his kiss as well. Samuel kissed him once more for good measure before pulling back. He opened his mouth to say something but was interrupted by the sound of the doorbell. He'd almost forgotten they ordered food. Quietly, Samuel offered to go down to collect it. He gently pulled away from Micha and headed downstairs. Padding through the studio, the bell sounded again and when he opened the door he was greeted by the same man who had taken his order. Samuel handed over a wad of cash to pay the bill plus tip. He took a large brown bag and thanked the man before locking up and heading back upstairs. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he opened the bag, and passed Micha the items he had ordered. He then set the empty bag on the floor by the edge of the bed. "Oh right, mind if I get a glass of water? I could get you one too or would you rather have something else to drink instead?" he asked.

In their little span of talking and kissing, Samuel really had almost forgotten about the food he'd ordered for them. He almost felt a little sadden that the moment had ended, but was sure they could find it again once they'd eaten. After splitting up the food, he asked Micha if he wanted anything to drink, knowing he'd need something himself. He nodded to Micha's response, heading back downstairs once more. Padding into the kitchen, it took Samuel a couple of minutes to find which cabinet it was exactly that Micha stored his glasses. Once he found them, he filled them both and headed back upstairs. He set his own glass on the floor by his foot, while he handed the other to Micha. Settling back down on the bed, Samuel pulled his food closer to him. Flipping open the container, he then picked up a plastic and began eating his fried rice. He sat quietly while he ate, taking a few sips of water here and there. Samuel didn't mind the silence much. After he had collected the food, he'd already forgotten what he was going to say anyway.

Like Micha, Samuel really had nothing left to say. He'd asked his questions and really didn't want to know anymore of the horrors of Micha's father. For the moment, he felt like he had all that he needed to know. It was certainly all the information his temper could manage. Knowing anymore might just piss him off all over again. He sat quietly alternating between eating and drinking. It was a nice contrast. Normally when they were silent it could be awkward and sometimes uncomfortable. But not this time, this time was nice. It could probably be better, but he wasn't going to worry about it too much.

Samuel ate the majority of his rice and a little more than half of his generals chicken, before he was full. He finished all of his water before scooping his leftovers into one container and closing it up. He then put his trash in the empty plastic bag everything came in and proceeded to flop back on the bed, sighing contently. He glanced toward Micha, but said nothing as he soon looked away. Sighing again, he stretched his tired limbs and then pulled his phone from his pocket. He was surprised by how late it had gotten. It had been a long day. Thanks to their earlier nap though, he wasn't as tired as he probably should have been. Samuel set his phone down on the side table when he done with it.