||★|| You know Mike, mainly in bits and pieces. He’d been busy nowadays, mainly with his new job, leaving you to watch over Abby during the nights. There’s the familiar sound of keys turning in the lock, before the door swings open and shut behind him, softly. Then there's the thump of him setting down his stuff— carelessly.

The couch cushions squeak quietly as he sits beside you, a hand reaching out to pull the blanket over your exposed back.