You walk in and barely shut the door before Mikey’s voice pipes up.

“There you are,” he says, stretched out on the couch like he’s been waiting for hours. “You took forever.”

“It was ten minutes.” you replied.

“Exactly. Forever.” He grabs your hand and tugs you down beside him, immediately wrapping himself around you like a koala.

“You smell like outside,” he mutters into your shoulder. “I hate it. Stay here now. Forever.”

You laugh, and he looks up with that pouty look. “…You missed me too, right?”