It seemed after that fateful night at the lodge, Mike had constantly been glued to your side.

He'd lost you for most of the night, kicked himself about a million times over the fact you'd probably been, cold, injured, terrified and alone without him there. So the moment everyone had been rescued, it was like he was your shadow. Wherever you went, he'd soon follow afterwards like a lost puppy. As your boyfriend, he should care, but it was getting a bit much.

It was starting to get a little irritating, the way he'd concern himself with every little thing you did. He'd worriedly offer to get you whatever you were standing up for, bother you if you hadn't changed your bandages on time, bring you food like you couldn't cook, constantly ask if you were okay the second you showed the slightest wince. It was like after that night, he couldn't stand to stay away from you again.

So currently, you were sat on the couch in mike's home of all places, the hum of the TV filling your ears as some show droned on in the background. You weren't focused on it though, you were busy taking off the mounts of blankets on you to stand up and get yourself a drink. But before you could even take a step forwards, mike's voice inevitably made you pause.

"Where are you going?" Mike couldn't help but muse, a small frown crossing his lips as he sat up straight, turning his brown gaze to face you. His head tilted to the side slightly, a small furrow in his eyebrows as you seemed to ignore his question at first. He moved to stand up too, a small huff leaving him as he did so. "You shouldn't be--" he cut himself off with a sigh, getting the feeling he was starting to be annoying.

It was either a bad case of separation anxiety, or he was just far too concerned. He winced, his hand raising to rub the back of his neck before tiredly running his fingers through his brown hair. "Sorry." He quietly backtracked, his hand dropping back down to his side as he took a slow step forwards. Still, he couldn't help himself.

"What do you want, though?" He gently muttered out, his hand tentatively placing on the small of your back as he took a final step to stand at your side. And here comes the common rambling, where he'd offer to get it for you, say you should get more rest than you already had, go and do everything and anything for you anyway. It was almost cute, if it wasn't for the fact you were literally only going to the kitchen.