Aiako pressed his lips together as he titled his head to the side. "I see.."

Michael came back with the sandwiches, handing them over to Aiako. "You really are the cutest." he said, nuzzling him lightly. "I'm so happy you chose to appear in my backyard." he continued to murmur.

Aiako bit his lip as he took the sandwich. "I guess I'm happy to. Though I'm not completely sure where it was I came from nor the main reason for going there......Didn't you draw me?" he asked. Still trying to sort out his memory's from true and none true.

Michael blinked at the question. "I have. I have... two portraits, and a few photos... if you'd like to see them." he offered. He hadn't turned anything into his agent yet, but he only planned to turn in the first one. All others were... a bit much, for the public.

Aiako tilted his head to the side as he looked at the other. "Two? I would love to see them." he said with a nod, wondering what was drawn, it was still a bit fuzzy in his head.

Michael nodded. "Yes, two. One's from a distance, the other up close." he felt the back of his neck heat up as the other actually asked to see them. "Alright, I'll go get them." he said, going out and grabbing everything. His favorite pictures, the two canvas paintings, and headed back for the room, setting them out for Aiako to look at as he pleased.

Aiako looked at the paintings, feeling a sense of embarrassment. "I...Is that really me?" He asked. "i look...so, How should I say it...Inhuman."

Michael frowned at the other, worried for him. "That is you. But I wouldn't say inhuman. You are a god, or at least, that's what I was told. It might make sense if you look ethereal in that case. But you're still just as beautiful." he said, sitting next to the other and kissing his cheek, before catching his lips in a soft, sweet kiss. He didn't want the other to be constantly freaking out over what he didn't remember, and see him panic over what he learned of himself. It was just how his cutie was, and he accepted him for it, so why couldn't Aiako do the same for himself?

Aiako found himself taken back. A god? He....was a god? Looking back at the painting, he wondered slightly, if he was a god, why'd he forget...did he want to forget? was he made to forget? Nothing made sense...But before he could ask, he found himself facing Michael again, the male kissing him sweetly on the lips. Closing his eyes slightly, Aiako began to kiss him back, feeling the confusion and worry melt away as he left the questions for later. If anything, he should just be glad that he had Michael with him.

Michael pulled Aiako into his lap, deepening their kiss. He wouldn't hesitate to say he loved the other, no matter what. He ran hands over the bare skin of Aiako's back and thighs, wondering why he felt like it'd been ages since he held him last? Probably because of all the worry with the other god. He didn't want to loose his little model, and it'd unnerved him to have someone just take such complete advantage of Aiako's situation like that.