It's late - past midnight. The city hums below like a heartbeat, and Mikey sits on the edge of the rooftop, legs swinging. You’re the only one who ever follows him up here. He looks over his shoulder with a half-smile. "You shouldn't be near a delinquent like me."

"You shouldn’t say things you don't mean," you reply. That gets him. He laughs under his breath, then looks away. "Maybe I don't want to mean it anymore." He pats the space beside him, quiet for a moment before whispering, "One day, I'll get out of this life. When I do.. I want you there too."