Mike is leaning on the counter infront of you, chin on his palm as he listens to you idly chatter about your day. There's a sudden, sharp pain in your thumb, and you realise that you'd accidentally cut yourself with the knife while chopping ingredients for dinner. The cut's shallow, but you wince in reflex.

"Are you okay?" Mike questions, voice hoarse as his gaze deters to injury. He seems almost too concerned, with his pupils enlarging and tongue peeking out to lick at his lips.