[ Does Ganymede believe Michel is stronger? In all honesty, he doesn't know. He can't know. Which is exactly why he asked what he did, but hearing that kind of laugh makes an indication towards that it isn't a matter of being 'strong' or 'strength'. Or, maybe, that's just his own opinion.

But, regardless of all these things...he knows one thing:

He's come to know the other man just a bit, and he thinks, well. He might actually have started to consider him someone he can count on. Michel let him lean on him, so maybe he is beginning to want to do the same for him. He doesn't quite understand the particulars, but he thinks...maybe that part of him has been that way even before now. Appreciating his presence bit by bit, even if before, Ganymede has pretended he didn't. And, well, that he cares about him a little too. That might be the most important part of it all.

This warmth he feels in their hands, when they're close by...he wants Michel to feel a bit of it too. Setting aside those thoughts, he begins to speak again. ]

Tell me just what is on your mind, if you're able. It's all I ask. [ And as far as Ganymede can tell, he has. So, he closes his eyes for a bit. ] Alright. While you're waiting, I hope you're prepared for me to drag you along at times. You already know more about me than most people, so it's only fair.

[ Then he opens them, eyes gazing at Michel softly, fingers still gripping tightly, feeling nervous because in his heart of hearts, he realizes quickly he never has comforted people much. If at all. Or had the opportunity to be there for people...how could he have? When he was a mess for so long. Still is one. ]

...And I'll let you know, that you can count on me too whenever. Including if you ever feel that courage of yours run out.