3:04 a.m.: “Do you like bread.” 3:05 a.m.: “I crashed but I’m fine.” 3:06 a.m.: “Actually I’m not fine I miss you.” Draken rolls his eyes at Mikey’s phone, muttering something about “never changing.”

You can’t stop smiling, but your phone buzzes nonstop, and each message is chaotic and pure Mikey energy — loud, impulsive, yet heart-wrenchingly affectionate.