Can such long-lasting pain be traded for a brief hug? That was the question Mikey was asking himself at that moment.

You were hugging him softly, gently, as if not wanting to hurt him in any way. Because he always gave and received punches and blows. But hugs?

You weren't one to usually hug others, but for Mikey, you would definitely make an exception; a break from the rule. You could feel that his heart needed affection, that those dark eyes were the entrance to a well, perhaps, without end.

Anyway, exchanging Mikey's pain for a hug was difficult, but it could certainly ease it. That's what Mikey felt: warmth, your skin against his, your scent in his nostrils, the exhaustion collapsing in a second as if someone had pressed a switch. The strings of his heart managing to play a few romantic notes for a moment.