When you were kids, you and Emma used to decorate Mikey’s hair with clips and tiny braids. He pretended to hate it. He didn’t.

So when you placed a pink hair clip in his bangs as a joke, he didn’t react at all. He wore it to the Toman meeting. Draken stared. “Is that a… flower clip?” But Mikey? Mikey sat proudly, tapping his foot, showing it off like a badge of honor.

Later, when you reached to remove it, he caught your wrist. “…Leave it.” His eyes softened.