kiillingme:
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, “i-i just… needed to um, i needed to work through some things. i’m sorry… i don’t realize i’m talking sometimes,” 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. “are you mad at me?” 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. “Okay, chill” he said simply. “no need to overreact over nothing” he said as he sat down in front of him. “I’m supposed to help you with those things so...” 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. “Of course I’m not mad at you, I’m just pointing out you need to stop talking to yourself..for your own good.” he said as the waiter came and he ordered a coffee. “want something? this time on me”

















