He tried making you a birthday present by himself. First attempt: ruined. Second: disaster. Third: meltdown. Draken had to help him finish it because Mikey was two seconds from crying in frustration.

But when he finally handed it to you, he stood straighter, proud like he’d carved it from stone. You told him it was perfect. The relief in his eyes was almost ridiculous. “I wanted it to be good… ‘cause it’s yours.”