Smh, GleNn-)
Give them some privacy and let them die in peace 🙄✨)

Mike: *very shakily and quietly*
…o-okay… let’s d-do it…
*still crying because this is a lot for him, but he’s going to do it*

Mike: *moves his head, burying his face against his chest under his chin*
*shaky crying*
….

Mike: *breaths shakily and continues crying into his shoulder*
..I-...I don’t k-know, I...everything feels so e-empty....I-I...
*this topic is just upsetting him even more, smh..*

Mike: *more cry, and closes his eyes tighter*
I-it doesn’t matter what I w-want, I don’t want to b-be alone… I don’t, I-I-…

Mike: *cries a little heavier at that, closing his eyes tighter and holding him up against himself*
*sorta forces himself to say it*
…th-then… we can go… w-we can go, if you really want t-to…
*shakes more at that*

Mike: *smol sniffle, and continues crying quietly*
…p-please, it’s not your fault…

TEACH ME YOUR WAYS SHDBJD-

Mike: *rubs his back slowly, still holding him pretty tightly*
Y-you didn’t know, it’s not your fault… it’s m-mine for not telling you… please, don’t blame yourself for my m-mistake…

Mike: *eyebrows go down even more at that*
N-no, it’s not your fault.. he w-would’ve done that either way, he was a-already messing either everyone… and I ch-chose to go after him that night, it was m-my fault…
*le cry*

Mike: *holds Peyton a bit tighter, crying more shakily into his shoulder*
..n-no, stop… it’s not… i-it’s not all your f-fault…

Mike: *quiet but more heavy crying, and buries his face against Peyton’s shoulder*
*very quietly*
…s-stop… stop a-apologizing…

Mike: *slowly begins to cry, and leans against Peyton a little more*
*he doesn’t even know what to think, anymore..*
….
"Why us…? Why is it always us…?!"*

Mike: *le expression grows more pained at his cry, and a tear slowly falls*
….
*after a long moment, he slowly sits up, and leans closer to Peyton.. wrapping his arms around him slightly*
*not saying anything, and just getting more and more upset^

Mike: *staring at Peyton, and his eyebrows be all the way down*
*"He’s probably blaming himself again.. dammit, he’s always blaming himself, and he shouldn’t be…"*
*tears up a little more, and slowly closes his eyes*
…

Mike: *opens his eyes slightly at that, looking at Peyton*
*still being quiet*
….
*"No matter what we do, what happens, something always comes to screw it up."*
*"I just want peace, I want things to be okay…nothing has been okay in so fucking long…."*
*"…I don’t even know what to do, anymore…"*

Mike: *tryna catch his breath from chugging the bottle*
*sets his head down on the table, and tears up a lil*
….

Alr, gn)
Love chu, weirdo)

Mike: *just sitting there and letting the alcohol sink in*
*slowly, his expression turns more upset, and he mumbles*
…w-why does everything h-have to go wrong…

Mike: *chugs the rest of his bottle, setting it down and breathing a lil heavily*
*depressed, quiet man*
….

Mike: *upset man*
*slowly picks the bottle back up, chugging more of it before setting it down and taking a few heavy breaths*
…
*nono respond to him*

Mike: *stops at that.. then slowly sets the bottle down*
*tears up slightly*
….no.. it’s not alright, it’s n-never fucking alright…
*dat alcohol be getting to him slightly*