Mike: *slowly closes his eyes, leaning against him slightly*
*quiet mumble*
...I could just go take a melatonin...

Mike: *definitely needs these cuddles, doe*
*soft, quiet sigh*
...if you say so...

Mike: *le quiet mumble*
...you don’t have to stay awake with me...
*still be cuddling him doe*
...I can just go watch tv or finish some work... at least, until I get tired...

Mike: *hugs him a lil more at that, and mumbles*
…I-I don’t want to fall back asleep…
*he doesn’t want to have another nightmare, smh..*

Mike: *softens a lil at that, letting out a smol sigh*
...I love you, too...
*nono plan on moving because he’s comfortable and doesn’t want to sleep even though it’s like midnight 🤧*

Mike: *also cuddles*
*nono move or say anything*
…

Mike: *curls up slightly in his arms, trying to get a lil more comfortable*
*still doesn’t want to fall back asleep though*
…

Mike: *considers it, then slowly nods after a moment*
...better than earlier...
*soft, tired sigh*

Hmm.. maybe)
Idrk, smh)

Mike: *slowly begins to steady himself, so he’s not shaking as much*
*he do be calming Mike down, though*
....
*tired*

Smh, yeah-)
I’m just imaging him being able to cut a small chunk of it off, and then not being able to bring himself to cut the whole wing off)
Because seriously, that would hurt like literal hell-)

Mike: *calmer bean now*
*he’s just depressed and shaky*
…
*soft sigh*

That’s pretty much what I was thinking)
God, Mike would feel so guilty about the argument and what he did afterwards, tho-)
I doubt he’d be able to cut them off tbh, but if he was worked up enough, he might try)

Mike: *slowly beginning to calm down, and his breathing grows more steady*
*he’s still trembling, though*
….
*nono want to go back to sleep*

I had an idea earlier)
A d r a m a t i c idea because I’m messed up)
What if Peyton and Mike got into an argument because he was blaming himself for Mike’s death, and Mike just went "well if you hate these wings so much I’ll just go f**king cut them off myself")

*coughs*)
Yeah, I don’t know where these are coming from anymore.)

Mike: *sniffles slightly, leaning his head against him more*
*smol mumble*
...o-okay..
*le trembling*

Mike: *he doesn’t really know if he wants to talk about it or not..*
*another quiet whimper, and still be trembling*
...i-idk..

Mike: *lets out another shaky breath, and slowly goes quiet*
*just trembling and hugging him, keeping his head against his chest*
…
*still upset man, though*

Here 👌✨

Mike: *after a few minutes, he slowly stops sobbing*
*lets a tear roll down his cheek slowly, still trembling quite a bit*
….
*slow, shaky sigh, and loosens his hold a lil, calming down*

Hmm..)
I’d say he’s probably in his second trimester, if it’s been like 2-3 months)
So iz noticable by now)

Mike: *still trembling rapidly, but his sobbing seems to slow a little*
*takes a few very heavy and deep breaths, tryna calm himself down slightly*
….
*quiet whimper*
*he nono want to go back to sleep after this, smh..*

Mike: *whimpers at that, and buries his face against his chest, still sobbing heavily*
*holding him tightly because he’s emotional, man..*
...p-please... please d-don’t die... I-I can’t handle it...
*grips his back slightly, trembling more*

Mike: *slowly cracks his eyes open, looking at Peyton.. then leans against him, sobbing a bit harder*
*wraps his arms around him tightly*
I-I... y-you were.... you died... we b-both died...
*trembling rapidly and uncontrollably, and breathing heavily*

Aight 👌✨)

Mike: *sobs harder and louder, covering his face with his hands and curling up slightly*
*breathing heavily and shakily, still screaming because seriously, this scared him..*
NO! P-please... please, c-come back to m-me! I-I...
*still hasn’t realized that it wasn’t real because it was so much more vivid*