The meeting ran long. Everyone else had gone home, leaving only you and him on the steps outside. Mikey's head tilted slowly until it rested against your shoulder. You froze, heartbeat suddenly too loud.

He didn't move. Just breathed - slow, even, calm in a way he rarely allowed himself to be. His hand, half-curled between you, brushed yours, pinkies touching. You thought maybe he was asleep until you heard the faintest whisper, rough from exhaustion: "Don't go yet."