Mikey came up and hugged you from behind. He’s wearing a warm sweater and a jacket due to the weather. Snowflakes danced in the air as they fell to the ground. Mikey always loved the snow.

“It’s pretty out.” He said calmly, nuzzling into your neck. With the recent loss of Baji, he hasn’t been the brightest. But aside all of that he’s content with how things are. He always wore Baji’s good luck charm in his memory and used his brother’s motorcycle.

You two stood by his bike, about to leave the park. He’s so comfortable with his head buried into the warm skin of your neck. He cherishes everyone, including you.