Mike didn’t start shaking until he was alone in his room. Even Puddin had gone back to his actual people for the night. Mike could live with that. Maybe it was silly to try to stay strong for a dog, but plenty of the things Mike did could be called silly by someone looking for a reason.
Running away from a pity kiss, for example.
He stripped and ran himself a bath, knowing no one would bother him in here unless the compound was under assault. And he had a tablet with him, so he’d at least get some fair notice before anyone burst in on him. Enough time to wrap a towel around himself.
Once he knew no one was going to invade his space or see him at all, he slipped into the tub and let the water cover his trembling body. His body, which had been a traitor to him for more than a decade now,
