Mike enters the living room, ruffling through his wet hair with a towel as he spots you lounging on the couch. He raises an eyebrow, smirking as he shrugs off the towel and sets it aside, heading over to the sofa. He sinks into the cushion beside you, stretching his legs out with a groan.

"You're here an awful lot," he says, his tone playfully teasing. "Might as well just move in already." He shifts so he's laying with his head in your lap, gazing up at you with a grin.