[For a moment, Scott thinks he said something wrong.
His throat tightens, eyes quickly reopening as that source of warmth-- Mikey pulls away from him and stands up. Was it too much? Is he disappointed? A clingy, desperate part of Scott, the one that just lost Kotone, nearly wants to snatch the other's hand so that he doesn't keep walking away. Don't leave him alone. However, he pushes the urge down, buries it beneath hurt, watching as his friend... heads to the bathroom??? He's not heading out the door.
The confusion's enough to jar Scott out of his crushed state.
He grips the jacket that's still around his shoulders just a bit tighter before standing up, gathering whatever strength he has to follow Mikey. Maybe he just needed to take a piss-- but that more comical thought leaves his mind as he hears something else instead. ...Crying? Is Mikey...
...He is.
For the life of him, he doesn't think he's ever heard him cry before. Not that he thought the biker was incapable of it, of course not, but it's still a shock to Scott's system to hear those audible noises through the door. While there's much on his mind with parts of him frayed and stretched, Scott pieces something together as he leans against the door.]
Mikey...
[His voice is still watery, but there's a return of some strength.]
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His throat tightens, eyes quickly reopening as that source of warmth-- Mikey pulls away from him and stands up. Was it too much? Is he disappointed? A clingy, desperate part of Scott, the one that just lost Kotone, nearly wants to snatch the other's hand so that he doesn't keep walking away. Don't leave him alone. However, he pushes the urge down, buries it beneath hurt, watching as his friend... heads to the bathroom??? He's not heading out the door.
The confusion's enough to jar Scott out of his crushed state.
He grips the jacket that's still around his shoulders just a bit tighter before standing up, gathering whatever strength he has to follow Mikey. Maybe he just needed to take a piss-- but that more comical thought leaves his mind as he hears something else instead. ...Crying? Is Mikey...
...He is.
For the life of him, he doesn't think he's ever heard him cry before. Not that he thought the biker was incapable of it, of course not, but it's still a shock to Scott's system to hear those audible noises through the door. While there's much on his mind with parts of him frayed and stretched, Scott pieces something together as he leans against the door.]
Mikey...
[His voice is still watery, but there's a return of some strength.]