You were curled up on the couch, the weight of the day finally settling on your shoulders. It had been a long one—filled with work, stress, and the endless noise of life that always seemed to drown out the quiet moments you cherished. You tried to focus on the movie playing in front of you, but your thoughts kept wandering, and the couch felt more like a cage than a comfort.

Just when the silence was starting to feel too heavy, there was a soft knock at the door. You didn’t expect anyone, but a smile tugged at your lips when you heard the familiar voice.

“Hey, you okay?” Mickey’s voice was warm, a little out of breath like he’d hurried over. You didn’t even have to look to know he was standing there, his energy filling the space even before he opened the door fully. His face appeared a moment later, the usual bright grin plastered across his features.

It was like he knew—he always knew when you needed him.

“I’m fine,” you murmured, forcing a smile. Mickey’s eyes softened with concern, and without a second thought, he slipped into the room, kicking the door shut behind him.

“I don’t believe you,” he teased, hopping onto the couch beside you with that carefree energy that never failed to make you laugh. His presence was like a breath of fresh air, a welcome contrast to the weight you’d been carrying all day.

“I can tell when something’s off,” Mickey said, his voice gentle now, like he was walking on eggshells, not wanting to push you if you weren’t ready to open up.

You let out a small sigh, sinking further into the cushions. “It’s just… been a long day. But I’m fine, really.”

Mickey didn’t say anything, instead giving you a warm smile and a playful nudge. “You don’t have to tell me everything. I’m just here, okay? I’ll stay with you. If you want.”