[Mikleo isn't "alright" by any stretch of the imagination. Not after having two of his really awful secrets blasted out to two people. He feels...sick. Like he's drowning in his own emotions. As grateful as he is for Minako and Ari's understanding, he needs to get away.
So, the second the brunet steps into the apartment, he puts his phone on silent and sets it on the nearest flat surface. Mikleo makes a beeline to his bedroom, knowing exactly what makes him feel safe in times like this. He crawls under his desk, close to the corner, and tries to make himself as small as possible. Memories of the fire keep flashing in his mind in fragments, and he feels a shadow of the terrible pain from the burns he got from it.
He curls up tighter. Maybe, with a little luck, he'll calm down by the time Sorey gets home. Mikleo doesn't want to burden his best friend with this, and...he also doesn't want to risk being unfair to him, too. Like the time when Sorey saw his scars....
His throat tightens at that memory. God, even after all this time, Mikleo still feels ashamed of that. His best friend's hurt look still haunts him.]
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So, the second the brunet steps into the apartment, he puts his phone on silent and sets it on the nearest flat surface. Mikleo makes a beeline to his bedroom, knowing exactly what makes him feel safe in times like this. He crawls under his desk, close to the corner, and tries to make himself as small as possible. Memories of the fire keep flashing in his mind in fragments, and he feels a shadow of the terrible pain from the burns he got from it.
He curls up tighter. Maybe, with a little luck, he'll calm down by the time Sorey gets home. Mikleo doesn't want to burden his best friend with this, and...he also doesn't want to risk being unfair to him, too. Like the time when Sorey saw his scars....
His throat tightens at that memory. God, even after all this time, Mikleo still feels ashamed of that. His best friend's hurt look still haunts him.]