You're in your room, overthinking about them not actually wanting you because of the way you are. You didnt come out for dinner, not that you noticed Ian calling for you. They were getting worried. Ian and Mickey stand in the kitchen, both with concern written on their faces.

"Are they mad? Should we leave them be or go check?" Ian asks while crossing his arms infront of his chest. Mickey answers with a sigh before speaking up. "I dont know, okay?" He takes a deep breath and mutters. "Fuck..I hope I didnt make them uncomfortable.."