Daddy Issues ~ Sebastian Stan {Completed}

40.

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You got back from Dr. Ruffalo's office as quickly as possible, hoping Michael was still there, and you could talk to him. 

"Ryan!!" You yelled into the intercom. "Is Michael still there? Ryann?" After a few seconds, you heard the buzz of the door. You rushed into the elevator, tapping your foot as you waited to reach your floor. As you stepped out, you came in contact with a well-defined chest, pushing you back into the elevator. 

"Almina?" Michael! 

"Mike," You smiled, running out and hugging him, making the two stumble back. "I'm so sorry," You chanted as you pulled away. "I should have been open with you, and I'm sorry."

"Al, Al? Al, baby are you okay?" He stepped back. "I was so worried,"

"Can-n we talk?" You looked down.

"Sure, I was just heading out, but we can go back in,"  He smiled, taking your hand and leading you towards your door.

"No," You shook your head, pulling away. "Let's go out somewhere, I need to talk to you," 

"That's okay, sweetie," He raised his hands, "Where do you wanna go? The park or the coffee shop down the road?"

"The coffee shop," you nodded. 

You walked to the small coffee shop, which was only a few blocks from your apartment. None of you said a word, you were too busy overthinking about how to start the conversation, and he was too scared about what this might be about. 

Michael was not dumb, he knew how distant you had become and how you faked your smile around him. He tried to ignore it, try to play dumb but it was hurting him that you weren't open with him.

"Almina? Honey, are you okay? Where did you go? Did something happen?" He bombarded you with questions as you guys sat down. 

"I- Mike- I-" you stuttered. Michael reached his hand over the table, trying to reach your hand, but you flinched away. His hand was not warm enough, it wasn't the big warm calloused hand you were used to, that you wanted. 

"I- I'm sorry," He frowned, taking his hand back.

"No-" you tried to reach for him but held back. 

Breathe in. Breathe out. You reminded yourself.

"I went to Dr. Raffulo..." You said once you calmed your nerves, and prepared yourself for the worst.

"Oh!" 

"I went to tell him about what I did," You reached your hand out, taking his hand, and running over the little crescent marks. "I- I told him about-" 

"What did he say?" Michael asked slowly. 

"He- asked what I was thinking about-" You paused when Mike got up, going to get your order. 

"Sorry, they called us like three times," He smiled, placing your cup of coffee in front of you.