Mikey is competitive, but he has this soft spot where he lets you win on purpose sometimes. He pretends it was close. He pretends he “almost had you.” But it’s so obvious. He likes seeing you happy more than he likes winning.

You and Mikey were playing tag with Draken. Mikey sprinted ahead, but when you reached for him, he slowed. Just slightly. Just enough. Your hand tapped his shoulder. “You got me,” he said immediately, smiling. Draken, deadpan, muttered, “You weren’t even trying.” Mikey glared at him like Draken ruined the magic.