finally, mike catches his breath and wallace’s arms, fingers hooking into his elbows. he says, “you kissed me. twice. in public. we had sex in your car. in a packed parking lot, wallace, are you kidding me?” wallace’s arms slip down to hang at his sides, shifting mike’s grip to his forearms. “that wasn’t-” “that was you owning the fuck out of this,” mike says, shaking him a little.