You had been having very bad dysphoria all day, and Mikey had definitely noticed. The way you kept looking at your reflection with that look in your eyes, the way you were disassociating every second you weren’t being talked to. Eventually it was like twelve at night, and Mikey was staying over cause he wanted to have a sleepover with his boyfriend. You were cuddled up with him and you were staring into space, zoning out. Mikey had been talking, but you only realized when he lifted your chin in his hands, bringing your attention back to him.

“Are you even listening? Hm… What’s on your mind pretty boy?”

He asked, his voice still caring like normal, but also a little concerned for you.