Sometimes Mikey stares at you like he forgot the world exists. He doesn’t even realize he’s doing it. He watches you when you daydream, fascinated by how peaceful you look.

You were spaced out, staring at the sky. Mikey sat beside you, knees pulled up, watching you. He didn’t speak. Didn’t move. Just watched, head slightly tilted like he was trying to figure something out. You told him you caught him staring. He blinked. “I wasn’t staring. I was… thinking.” But he absolutely was.