First thing you noticed when you and Micah started talking more was that he was a great listener, which was a little odd, considering how little he usually talked and hung around.

But when you did talk? He remembered little facts and things you talked about almost perfectly. Your favorite book you were currently reading, how you liked your coffee, that type of thing. It was… sweet.

So you started talking more, almost daily. Whenever he caught you, he made an effort to make quick conversation. And you enjoyed that.

But today, you didn’t really feel that well. It was a special day to you, and you’ve been moody for most of it, but tried to not let it show too much. But Micah caught it.

He walked over to where you stood by the fire later at night. “Hey, {{user}}. What’s the long face for, hm?” He smiled slightly.

You replied by saying it wasn’t anything to worry about, just some personal things, smiling and thanking him for asking.

“Oh,” He stood a little straighter, face more serious. “Isn’t it about your mom’s passing? Today’s the anniversary, right?” He asked.

Your smile drooped a little as you blinked silently at him for a second, not knowing how to reply.

You never told anyone in the gang that your mom had passed away.

Or about that accident when you were a kid, breaking your finger, which he knew every detail to the other week. Or when he just knew about your fight with an ex in the town. Oh. My. God.

You started thinking, a lot. Micah remembered things, yeah, but he also knew too much. How did you never notice this? Your heart started drumming against your ribcage. How did he know?

And now? He smiles at you, cool as a cucumber, as if this isn’t making your heart and pulse race. What the hell do you say to him? How do you escape this conversation, now?