Two in the morning. Rain outside. You opened the door to find Mikey holding a small paper bag. "You're awake," he said, like it wasn't completely absurd that he was standing there dripping wet at that hour.

Inside the bag were the exact snacks you liked - the rare kind you could only get from a certain corner store. "You walked across town for this?" He shrugged, trying not to smile. "Didn't feel like sleeping. Figured you didn’t either." And just like that, the silence between you felt warm again.