Mike: *slowly lets out a breath, loosening his grip and going quiet*
*small tremble*
…
*he seems to be calmed down now*

Mike: *still holding onto him kinda tightly, but be seeming to calm down more*
*trembling and breathing a bit steadier*
.....
*"you can puke in a minUte, just give me loVe rn-"*

Smh..)
The thing is, Peyton’s the only one keeping him motivated to keep going… if he left him, he wouldn’t know what to do with himself)
Yeah, sometimes he messes up his mental health, but still.. he can’t just leave him and the baby)

Mike: *smol shaky gasping noise at that, and grips his shirt tighter*
*trembling, but slowly stops crying*
. . .
*whimper.. but it’s not as hurt as before*
…I-I love you… I-…

Mike: *taking quick and shaky breaths, slooowly starting to calm down a lil*
*tremble and cry*
…
*more quiet whimper*

Legit… one of his worries is that he’s going to do something that will make Peyton leave him-)

Mike: *tryna calm himself down although he’s struggling*
*crying more quietly into his shoulder and still trembling*
….
*whimperrr*

Mike: *his crying seems to slow a lil but his whimpering gets louder*
*tight huggos*
. . .

Mike: *breathes very heavily and shakily at that, gripping his shirt tighter*
*sobbing into his shoulder and trembling rapidly*
…I-I…
*loud and more upset whimpers*

Mike: *starting to tremble more rapidly, and cries a lil harder*
*bean be clinging to him slightly*
…d-don’t… don’t leave m-me… I-I need y-y-you… I need you s-so badly…
*whimpering kinda loudly*

Mike: *crying into his shoulder and starting to shake more*
*he’s absolutely broken, which is why he needs thErapy*
. . . .
*louder and more hurt whimpers*

Mike: *that’s all he needed to hear*
*lets out a soft cry, gripping Peyton’s shirt a lil with his hands and whimpering*
*he’s broken, man… husbando is the only thing keeping him going atm*

Mike: *sorta tight huggos but he’s trying not to squeeze Peyton at all*
*shaky breathing*
…

Mike: *smol tremble, then nods a bit*
…o-okay… I’ll t-try that…
*upsets and guilty*

Mike: *lets out a slightly shaky breath, leaning against him a lil*
*closes his eyes again kinda tightly, and chokes out slightly*
…y-you’re not mad…?
*btw, random thing… you really can’t see any of the scars on his arms or wrists, because healing + regular speed healing usually stops a scar from forming*

Mike: *nono look up at all*
*ashamed, guilty, stressed bean*
….
*he just can’t take all of the stress, man..*

Mike: *very quiet bean*
…about a week ago…
*staring at the ground and feeling very very guilty*

Mike: *has his eyes closed kinda tightly now, and he nono say anything else*
*just waiting for a response from Peyton*
. . .
*"I’m screwed, I never should’ve told him this, now he’s gonna start blaming himself for absolutely everything when in reality it’s all my fault and I don’t know what to fucking do about it and-"*

Mike: *closes his eyes at that, gulping slightly bc he never wanted to tell Peyton this*
. . .
*after a long moment of hesitation, he mumbles very very quietly*
…i discovered it after i cut myself…
*"god damnit, god damnit, GOD DAMNIT-"*

Mike: *stares down at the ground, being quiet*
*"maybe if I don’t answer he’ll drop the question-"*
…

Mike: I-…
*casually goes quiet at that bc he’s tryna think of an excuse, smh*
*"…ssssssshit."*

Mike: *thinks for a minute*
I discovered it maybe… hm… four or five months ago…?
*soft sigh*
*"and I’d rather not say how."*