"Oh, that place had Foxy right? I remember you talked about that one being your favorite..." you state, Michael closed his eyes and turns his head away. "Yeah, it was," he muttered, slowly starting for the living room. You follow after him and sit down on the couch, Mike sitting down next to you. "Is something wrong?" You asked, slightly confused. "I just miss him," he whispered. You realize who he's talking about and take his hand, resting your head on his shoulder. "I'm sure he forgives you. I promise." He slowly nodded and stayed silent, pulling you in close and resting his head on top of yours. "Thank you," he whispered.
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