Michale Shaw stared at his face, an internal struggle raging within.
Try?
Or not?
What if Tobias Carter suddenly woke up? Seeing himself kissing him, would he think he was a pervert, feeling something for another man?
Michale Shaw also thought he was abnormal.
Actually, he used to despise people like Tobias Carter, with thin arms and legs, prettier than women, with a chaotic private life and numerous female companions. This kind of person, he didn't want to interact with much, but he had ended up staying here for over a week.
No matter what strange feelings he had, he shouldn't be so concerned about a man.
Forget it,
might as well try!
He lowered his voice and gently called out twice, "Tobias."
He seemed to be sleeping soundly, no reaction. Only then did Michale Shaw tentatively reach out, brushing away the stray hair on his face. His hair was finer and softer than he imagined, because it was very short, it fell back after being pushed to one side...
