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lucas stopped dead in his tracks when mikey spoke up. he stuttered out a few noises, not sure how he could respond after that comment. his cheeks were burning red and when he was able to mutter out a few words, his voice was shaky, âi-i just⌠needed to um, i needed to work through some things. iâm sorry⌠i donât realize iâm talking sometimes,â he tried to explain, biting his lip nervously as he forced himself to look at mikey for just a second before turning his gaze to the table. âare you mad at me?â he asked, like a child asking his parents the exact same question when they have done something wrong.
Mikey let out a big and long sigh when the boy began to turn red. âOkay, chillâ he said simply. âno need to overreact over nothingâ he said as he sat down in front of him. âIâm supposed to help you with those things so...â he shrugged. As the other siad if he was angry at him, he rolled his eyes, lowkey a bit shocked he even asked that in the first place. âOf course Iâm not mad at you, Iâm just pointing out you need to stop talking to yourself..for your own good.â he said as the waiter came and he ordered a coffee. âwant something? this time on meâ














