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Will was only half conscious when he heard a soft rustling sound coming from the basement stairs, but he didn’t really care enough to react. Mornings sounded like this now. It was probably just Jonathan, like always, trying not to wake him after slipping back downstairs from Nancy’s room. It happened often enough that Will had learned to expect it.
Sometimes, though, the thought of it made something ache in his chest. Jonathan and Nancy, together, even under the same roof. Maybe it was jealousy, or maybe yearning for a kind of love Will believed he could never have, all because he was different. Whenever he thought about his own love life, a dull gloom settled over him. But he couldn’t focus on that for long. Not when the world felt like it was constantly ending, when Vecna could be planning something at any moment.
He let the feeling pass as quickly as it came. Will tightened his grip on the blanket instead, curling into it for comfort. One of his socks slipped out, the cool air brushing his skin before he slowly tucked it back under the covers. He was still tired. Exhausted, even.
Then he noticed the footsteps.
They were slower than Jonathan’s. It sounded more hesitant. They came closer, close enough that Will could hear someone breathing behind him, warm and steady. His body tensed slightly, confusion creeping in through the fog of sleep.
A familiar voice murmured softly near his ear.
“Will,” it said. “Kiss me.”
What?
Will turned immediately, confusion jolting him fully awake as he faced the person behind him. It was Mike. The realization hit him all at once.
“Mike?” Will said, his voice quiet but urgent. He pushed himself up slightly on one elbow, eyes searching Mike’s face. “Mike, are you okay?”
Will pretended like he hadn’t heard it. Like Mike hadn’t just asked him for a kiss. He had no idea where that had even come from, and he wasn’t sure he wanted to know. Maybe if he ignored it, it would disappear.
Will waited, but Mike didn’t answer his question. Instead, he shifted closer, still kneeling beside the mattress, it made Will’s stomach twist. Will instinctively backed away a little. Mike’s eyes fluttered, heavy with sleep.
“Kiss,” Mike said again, slower this time. “Me.”
This was ridiculous. Will was so confused it made his head pulse rapidly. For a moment, he wondered if this was Vecna again, slipping into his mind when he was vulnerable and tired. Or maybe it was just a dream, that would make more sense. Because if this was real, why exactly would Mike kiss him? Will blinked several times, trying to wake himself up.
Living at the Wheelers’ had already been hard enough. Sharing the same space, the same air, constantly aware of Mike’s presence without ever being allowed to want anything more. It took everything Will had just to pretend he was fine, to keep his feelings tucked away where they wouldn’t show. He didn’t have the time or the energy to deal with whatever this was. Not when he was already so tired, when everything inside him felt stretched thin.
Will let out a tired sigh and shifted slightly on the mattress, sitting cross-legged in front of Mike. He turned his head slowly to finally look at him.
Mike was kneeling beside the mattress, close enough that Will could see his freckles across his cheeks clearly in the soft morning light seeping through the curtain. He looked half asleep, his expression so soft in a way Will wasn’t used to seeing anymore.
“Mike,” Will said softly, his voice came out rough with sleep. He swallowed, trying to ground himself. “What are you talking about?”
Mike unconsciously smiled, a small sleepy chuckle escaping him as he stepped closer to Will’s mattress. Will’s body flamed hot, a sudden helpless blush spreading across his face. He looks so stupid, he thought, and yet his stomach was doing a backflip all the same.
Mike didn’t answer his question. He didn’t even pause. Before Will could process what was happening, Mike already leaned in, and there, their lips met. Will froze, his mind went blank, he could hear his own heart hammering so hard it made it difficult to breathe. He didn’t return the kiss, but he didn’t pull away either.
Thoughts and questions scrambled through Will’s head. Why was Mike kissing him? His first kiss, his first ever kiss, and it was happening like this. How would they talk about this afterward? How awkward would it be? Would Mike be upset with him? Was he high? Would he regret it? Or stop talking to him altogether? Every possibility spiraled in his head, until it all stopped when he felt Mike moved against him again, now biting his lower lip.
Will groaned softly, a hiss escaping between his teeth. He could feel some part of him, enjoying it. His hands froze for a moment, pressing lightly against Mike as his body reacted before his mind could catch up.
Shit.
Will shoved gently at Mike’s shoulders, breaking the kiss. His breath hitched when he saw Mike leaning forward again, chasing his lips and it made his stomach twist and flutter in ways he didn’t want to admit. He scooted back slightly, trying desperately to put distance between them, hands gripping the edge of the mattress, trying to make sense of the rush of heat and confusion and guilt pounding through him.
This had to end. He didn’t know if Mike was still half-asleep or what had made him do this, but kissing like this, when they were nothing more than friends, with no explanation at all, wasn’t right. Will couldn’t have his first kiss with someone who didn’t… truly, love him.
“Mike, you’re not awake. Please, go back to your room.” Will tried to shoo him gently, feeling a flicker of guilt because after all, this basement was technically his too.
But Mike didn’t budge. Instead, he climbed onto the mattress, curling himself into the small space beside Will. He tugged the blanket around him, tucking himself in as if it were the most natural thing in the world, and settled there, finally quiet.
Will’s forehead twitched in annoyance and disbelief. He was dumbfounded. Mike had just kissed him, had actually kissed him, and now he could sleep peacefully, while Will’s mind was racing a mile a minute. He couldn’t help but think Mike could be so infuriatingly stupid sometimes. Not that it wasn’t endearing most of the time though.
Whatever.
Mike was the one who had kissed him in the first place, so if anyone owed an explanation, it wasn’t Will. He wasn’t taking the blame for this.
And because there wasn’t really any other choice, and it was still early, Will sighed and tried to settle himself, curling up as best he could beside Mike. The mattress was small and now warm, he could feel Mike breathing softly next to him, and his own heartbeat thumped unevenly in response.
“Have a nice dream, Mike,” Will muttered, rolling his eyes, though the annoyance in his voice was softened by the faint warmth that pooled in his chest.
—
Mike woke up feeling unusually warm, an odd tightness pressing against him. Why did it feel… so much warmer than usual? He blinked a few times and opened his eyes, only to find Will lying beside him, still asleep. Morning light spilled softly through the curtains, illuminating Will’s face, cute, peaceful, radiant, soft and beautiful, and—wait a minute.
This wasn’t his room. Why was Will right in front of him, sleeping beside him? Or more accurately, why was he himself here at all, in the basement? This was Will’s space, his mattress, his blanket. And yet somehow, Mike was lying here too. When did this even happen? Had he been sleepwalking without realizing it?
A surge of panic washed over him. Should he quietly get up and sprint back to his bedroom upstairs? Or should he pretend to be asleep until Will woke him, so he could figure out what to say later, because that would be a problem for later. Right now, his mind was not in the right state.
Mike forced himself to look at Will. Will’s breaths were calm, his chest rising and falling gently and steadily. He caught himself smiling, even though fear was pressing down his guts.
He traced Will with his eyes, slowly, almost hesitantly. Long eyelashes, dark and delicate against his cheeks. A small, perfect nose. Soft, round cheeks, faintly pink in the morning light. And then… his lips. Plump, full, soft. He stared there longer than he should've. Then his eyes widened.
Wait.
Will’s lips were plump and swollen. Mike’s hand shot up to his own mouth, pressing lightly against his lips. His eyes went unfocused as a sudden pang of realization hit him like a bolt of lightning. He had not only slept on Will’s bed… he had kissed him.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
Mike groaned softly, tugging at his hair, loud enough that it might wake Will, or worse, that had woken him.
Will stirred. His eyes opened slowly, blinking, and stared directly at Mike. Silence filled the room, neither of them willing to speak first. Mike let his hands fall to his knees, unsure what to do with them. He knew he had screwed up.
“Good morning, Sir Michael. How was your morning kiss request? Are you satisfied with my service?” Will finally asked, voice dripping with sarcasm. There was an edge of annoyance in it, but somehow, it didn’t match the bright blush spreading across his cheeks and tinting his ears. He sounded way too confident for someone so flustered, and he knew it himself so he tried hiding it by rubbing his eyes.
Mike’s hands itched to touch Will, to shove his face toward him. But first, he had to face the reality: he had kissed Will, his most favourite person in the entire universe. And it hadn’t gone according to his carefully planned, meticulously rehearsed confession and perfect date. No. It had ended like this. He groaned inwardly and pressed his face into his hands, heat rushing to his ears. How could he have done this? Stupid. Stupid! Mike thought to himself.
“Ugh, sorry, Will,” Mike muttered, grimacing as he saw Will roll his eyes lazily at him. He scratched at the nape of his neck, even though it didn’t itch. “I… I never knew this could happen.” Will understood exactly what Mike meant—sleepwalking, and kissing him unconsciously. As ridiculous as it sounded, it was Mike. Of course he understood.
Will managed to soften his expression. “It’s fine, Mike,” he said, letting out a small laugh. “I know you were not really awake.” Will tried not to use the word high, finding the situation funny when he thought about it again, but even so, he couldn’t completely hide a sting of disappointment that Mike had actually considered this an accident.
Will lowered his head, looking away from Mike, careful not to show the creeping sadness that started gathering in his chest. He didn’t know what to say anymore, so he waited for Mike to speak.
“Will… umm…so… was it good?” Mike asked hesitantly, trying to lighten the mood, trying to smooth over the awkwardness with a tentative joke. His voice was soft, uncertain, and just watching him flounder made Will’s heart skip.
Will huffed, an imperceptible smile tugging at his lips. “I mean… with our morning breaths, it wasn’t that bad,” he muttered, voice quiet but teasing. He tried to sound nonchalant, tried to make a joke of it but Mike could see right through him, the shy, delicate boy beneath, and it made him almost lunge forward, smothering Will with kisses for being so unbearably adorable.
“So… if I ask for more, will you?” Mike teased back, growing bolder, raising an eyebrow, voice soft and playful but secretly full of hope, as if daring Will to answer.
“Oh, shut up.” Will rolled his eyes, cheeks burning, trying and failing to hide the smile creeping across his face.
And just like that, the tension between them softened. They both sat there, shy and flushed. Their hearts now beat a little faster but none of them know. The morning light spilling over them, filling the basement with quiet warmth.
—
This had been going on for four days now, and Will was starting to feel really conflicted. Every morning, Mike would come down to the basement, slip into the mattress beside him, and ask for a kiss before heading back to his own room. It was strange but undeniably intimate.
He shouldn’t take advantage of the situation like this. As much as he wanted to kiss Mike, wanted to be kissed by him, he couldn’t ignore that these kisses happened while Mike was, or at least might have been, half-asleep. Will wanted it to be real. He wanted to be loved fully, consciously, by someone who knew and cared for him in every way.
He needed to talk to Mike. They needed to figure out the sleepwalking or whatever it was, to see if they could find some medical help, or at least understand why it kept happening. If he didn’t, he feared this could destroy their friendship.
The next morning, again, as Mike leaned in, eyes half-lidded and lips moving toward his, Will gulped once, then placed a firm hand on his shoulder to stop him. Mike let out a whine of protest, gripping Will’s arm tighter, as if he couldn’t understand why Will would resist.
“Mike… this isn’t right,” Will said, almost a whisper but still firm. “You should wake up. We… we shouldn’t be doing this. I don’t want to take advantage of—”
He stopped mid-sentence, when he saw Mike frown. Something in his expression was… different. His forehead furrowed, eyes wide and fully aware. Something that shouldn’t be there if he were still half-asleep.
“Will… what are you talking about?” Mike asked, voice calm and deep, his gaze fixed on Will like he’d been caught in a spell. “I’m fully awake. I just… want to kiss you.” Mike stole another glance to his lips, and Will couldn’t stop himself from noticing.
Will blinked once, twice, unable to form words, and all he could manage was a soft, shaky breath. What?
Will was in disbelief, and heat started crawling up his neck. Mike just nervously chuckled, the sound making Will’s frustration spike even higher.
So, all this time, Mike had been fully conscious? Did he even understand what this meant? What happened to ‘friends don’t lie’? Will had assumed, every single morning for the past few days, that Mike had been sleepwalking, kissing him without knowing it, unconscious. And now, it turned out that none of it had been accidental.
“Why… why did you do that?” Will’s voice slightly rose, almost breaking with anger and confusion rushing from his toes all the way to the top of his head. He stared at Mike, waiting for an answer, but Mike only looked stunned, like he hadn’t expected Will to react this way at all. Will couldn’t stand the silence. He lunged forward, shoving Mike hard but Mike only tightened his grip on his arms.
A sudden wave of shame hit Will, and he felt so stupid. This was his fault, wasn’t it? He’d let it happen, given in and gone along with whatever Mike had started, even half-awake. He gritted his teeth, his fists hit Mike’s chest, soft and useless, but Mike barely flinched. He just let Will hit him.
“So… you’ve been awake all this time, huh?” Will continued, voice trembling. “Do you feel good seeing me like this? Leading me on?”
“Will, stop! Stop! Ouch! Will, I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” Mike’s voice came out high and breathless, his eyes still never leaving Will’s face even for a second. His heart shattered when he saw tears gathered at the edges of Will’s eyes. This wasn’t how it was supposed to be. His hands gripped Will carefully, trying to hold him without hurting him.
Will finally paused, realizing that he couldn’t escape Mike’s grip no matter how hard he struggled. He couldn’t help noticing how much stronger Mike had grown, how firm and steady his arms felt now. His cheeks puffed in frustration, flushed hot with anger, embarrassment, and something else he couldn’t put a name to.
Mike, for his part, knew it wasn’t the time, but he couldn’t stop staring. Even in his fury, Will looked too good, and it made Mike’s heart skip a beat. The silence dragged on longer than Will could tolerate so in desperation, he pinched Mike sharply on the side of his waist to break the stare and free himself.
“Ouch!” Mike yelped, finally letting go. He leaned back slightly, taking a long, shaky breath, still flushed. The past few days had caught up with him, and there was no escaping it. He had to be honest with Will.
“The first time… I was completely out of it. I was actually sleepwalking. I didn’t even know what I was doing, it just happened, and I only realized it later. I was probably exhausted or something. I don’t know.”
Mike swallowed, his voice shaking. He knew it probably sounded ridiculous, like he’d made it all up. “But the second time. And the third. And the fourth… I was fully awake. I knew exactly what I was doing.”
He let out a shaky breath. “I wanted to kiss you. Will, I— I’m in love with you. I’ve been in love with you for so long I don’t even remember when it started. And I’ve wanted to kiss you forever. After that first time, I just… couldn’t stop wanting more.”
He paused, biting his lip, gaze dropping for a second before he lifted his eyes again, searching Will’s face for any sign of discomfort or any hint that he should stop before he made things worse.
“Will… I’m sorry. It wasn’t you who took advantage of the situation. Please don’t say that. It was all me. Believe me, I had this whole grand confession planned, some kind of perfect date, but I was too afraid. Afraid you might not like it, or that you might not like me at all.” Mike gulped and frowned at the thought. He looked like a kicked puppy, and Will couldn’t help feeling a little sorry for him.
“So I kept postponing it, telling myself I’d wait until I was sure… sure you felt something for me too. I— I’m so sorry I messed this up so badly. Please, Will ....”
He swallowed hard. “We can talk about this, but… please. If you don’t feel the same way, just—please at least don’t stop being my best friend. I can’t let that happen. I can’t lose you again,” he whispered, voice breaking. “I really can’t.”
Mike stopped again, his anxious eyes scanning Will’s face. Will hadn’t responded to any of his words.
Will’s mouth hung slightly open. He was speechless, confused, annoyed, amused, embarrassed, happy, disappointed, all at once. Part of him knew Mike shouldn’t have done this, and part of him knew he himself shouldn’t have let it happen. And yet… he couldn’t deny the relief and joy flooding through him. Because now… now he knew. Mike loved him. He actually loved him back.
All the questions that had plagued him for weeks and months, the closeness, the accidental touches, the lingering stares, suddenly made sense. He hadn’t been imagining it. He hadn’t been crazy to think Mike might feel the same way. He had been right all along.
Will exhaled slowly. The sadness and worry that had weighed on him that morning melted away. He felt lighter and happier than he had in weeks. And then, without realizing it, a wide, bright smile spread across his face.
“Mike,” he said, almost whispering, “this is so stupid. You’re ridiculous. You know you could’ve just… asked!”
“What? I— I’m sorry, Will. I’m stupid. I just—” Mike’s voice cracked. “I almost went crazy thinking you might hate me or something. Okay, Will… since we’re at it, let me tell you again. I like you. I— I love you. I’m so in love with you. You have no idea how much I’ve held myself back from kissing you. This is… this is so embarrassing—I’m so embarrassing—I’m sorry, I—”
For a moment, Will couldn’t even breathe. He was sure Mike noticed his even redder face now. He couldn’t believe this was the Mike he had always loved. Mike could be so cute sometimes. A soft laugh bubbled out of Will.
“Mike, Mike! Stop!” He grabbed both of Mike’s wrists, pulling his hands away from his face. “I’m glad you told me, alright? I didn’t know you liked me too… I… I honestly can’t remember a single day when I didn’t love you. I couldn’t not love you, even if I tried.”
Mike’s eyes widened, his hands now holding Will’s. He leaned closer, hope shining in his gaze. “Will… you… you mean it?”
Will smiled but dropped his gaze to the floor. He wanted to say so much more, to tell Mike everything he’d been holding back, everything he’d felt since they first became friends, but the words caught in his throat. Suddenly shy and impossibly vulnerable, he realized he had loved Mike all along, even when he truly believed Mike would never feel the same.
“Yeah. I… I really love you, Mike,” he whispered, the warmth and closeness between them almost too much to bear.
Mike let out a shaky laugh and pulled Will into a tight hug, holding him closer than ever. “I thought I’d ruined everything,” he murmured into Will’s hair. “Will…” he whispered, almost a whine, stupidly in love.
“You’re so ridiculous,” Will said, nuzzling into him, holding back tears from the sheer joy of it.
For a long, suspended moment, they simply held each other in silence, the quiet of the basement wrapping around them. Mike’s hands moved carefully to Will’s arms, breaking away from the hug, holding him gently as if afraid to hurt him. Then, slowly, one hand lifted, brushing softly against Will’s cheek, tilting his face upward to meet his gaze again.
Mike’s eyes drank in every detail of Will’s face, the long lashes, the soft curve of his cheek, the gentle arch of his brow, the faint blush that lingered on his skin. He couldn’t believe it. Despite everything, he had finally confessed to the person he loved most in the entire world, his best friend, his most favourite person ever. Even if it hadn’t been the perfect, romantic confession he had imagined for weeks… it had worked. Will loved him back.
Mike’s heart felt like it might burst right out of his chest. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from Will. There was something about him in this moment, flushed and glowing and smiling like that, that made him seem impossibly beautiful.
“Will… I’m sorry it had started like this,” Mike said softly, his voice steadier now. “But like I said, I actually had something planned for us. Like… a date? I could make it all up to you, please... If you want to?”
As he spoke, Mike carefully lifted his hand, brushing a loose curl away from Will’s forehead, clearing it from his eyes. His thumb lingered against Will’s cheek, and the way Will shivered at the touch didn’t go unnoticed.
“Are you kidding me?” Will breathed, a laugh slipping out before he could stop it. His happiness spilled over. “Of course I want to.”
Will felt like he was floating. The boy he had loved for most of his life, loved quietly and painfully, was asking him on a date. Maybe he was smiling too much, because Mike suddenly reached forward and pinched both of his cheeks while grinning and giggling. Will flushed immediately, he couldn't hide the redness blooming across his face.
“Will?” Mike said softly.
“Yes?”
“Can I have another kiss?”
Without hesitating, Will immediately leaned forward and pressed their lips together again. Mike smiled against the kiss, happy sound escaping him as he leaned in more, moving his lips everywhere to taste every inch of Will, hands settling at Will’s sides like he’s always belonged there.
The kiss was different from before because now, they were official. They pulled back just enough to look at each other, foreheads nearly touching, their breaths in sync. They smiled brightly at each other before going in for more. Mike’s hand found Will’s jaw, drawing him closer again, plucking his mouth open before he seeped his tongue into Will’s mouth and their tongues danced around each other, moving roughly now.
After a few minutes without breaking away, Will was feeling a little breathless and dazed. He desperately brought his hand to Mike’s head and without realizing, gave Mike’s hair a harsh tug, resulting in a loud moan from Mike.
“Mike,” Will huffed softly, breathless despite himself. “I need to… I need to breathe.” Will tried not to think about the fact that he just heard the hottest sound he’s ever heard Mike make, and that he was chasing his lips right away, that he had to push at his shoulders to stop him.
The distance between them was barely anything at all. But Mike already couldn't stand being away from Will even for a second. He decided he should position himself on top of Will, hands braced on either side of Will’s head, drinking in Will’s beauty for a while, and then took his hands to lock their fingers together.
“Will,” Mike murmured. “I want to kiss you.”
Will let out a shaky laugh, heart pounding rapidly. “We already are,” he said cheekily, smiling from ear to ear, one hand reaching up to brush his fingers along Mike’s jaw.
“I know,” Mike said, smiling too, eyes bright. “I want more.”
And then he leaned in again, but slower this time. He pressed gentle kisses to Will’s forehead, then his temple, his nose, his cheeks, his mole above his lips, his jaw, his neck. Each one felt deliberate, careful, like Mike was memorizing him. Will’s breathing grew uneven at the warmth and the electricity he was feeling.
But Will didn’t stop him. He let his eyes fall shut, letting himself feel it, every soft touch of Mike’s lips on his body. Mike carefully placed his mouth on Will’s neck again. Once he breathed it in, he sucked it, kissed and licked it. Will couldn’t help it, but a faint moan escaped his mouth and once he realised it, he brought his hands to cover his mouth immediately. Mike gasped at the sound. This was not the first time he felt like this, but Will’s noise just did something to him. He needed to calm himself down.
Oh my god, this is so embarrassing. Will thought. Whatever Mike was doing, he was no longer paying attention. Will moved his hands to cover his face. He knew the sounds they were gonna make were inevitable but when it did happen to him, he couldn't help feeling incredibly vulnerable and powerless.
A smile tugged at one edge of Mike’s lips. He brought up his own hands to lower Will’s, cupping his cheeks with both palms. “Hey,” he said quietly. “You don’t have to be shy. Especially not after everything.” His thumbs brushed lightly over Will’s cheeks. “As if we didn’t kiss for five days straight already.” Mike teased, and it earned him a light punch on the shoulder. Mike couldn’t hold it, he eyed Will’s lips again, he wanted to kiss Will more.
Mike leaned in slowly again, just about to give Will the wettest kiss yet—
The basement door creaked.
“Will?”
Jonathan’s voice.
Will jolted, panic shooting through him. “Oh my god. Mike, Mike!” he whispered urgently.
They scrambled apart in a mess of limbs and flustered movement, Mike sitting back far too quickly and Will nearly rolling off the mattress. By the time Jonathan stepped fully into the basement, they were sitting side by side, pointedly not looking at each other, both very obviously red in the face.
“Mike?” Jonathan asked, squinting at them. “When did you get here?”
Mike opened his mouth, then closed it again. Will jumped in immediately.
“Uh… just now,” he said, a little too fast. “Mom was looking for us?” Mike joined in.
Jonathan nodded. “Yeah. Breakfast’s ready. She asked me to get you both.” He paused, eyes flicking between them, brow furrowing just slightly. Then his expression softened, something knowing there. “Don’t take too long.”
And with that, he turned and headed back upstairs. The door closed. There was a beat of silence. Then Mike looked at Will. “Do you think he saw anything? Us kissing?”
Will stared at him for a second. Then he snorted. And suddenly they were both laughing, relief spilling out between them. Mike leaned over and pulled Will into a hug, holding him close. Will melted into it immediately, pressing his face into Mike’s shoulder. Mike’s hand came up to ruffle his hair. When they pulled apart, Mike gave him another kiss, pressing their lips together, longer, tongues tied, moving in unison. Will wished they could stay like this forever. Then, reluctantly, they pulled back just enough to look at each other, both grinning like idiots.
“Okay, sweetie. Let’s get ready for breakfast,” Mike said as he stood. He tugged Will up with him, almost making him stumble.
“What did you just call me?” Will asked suddenly, narrowing his eyes, tilting his head playfully as he nudged Mike’s arm.
Mike froze. “Was that not smooth enough?” he asked, suddenly flustered, rubbing the back of his neck. “I thought it sounded romantic. Can I call you that?”
Will let out a huffed laugh. “Of course, sweetheart.” He regretted it instantly, internally screaming at himself for even trying. Now they were both a mess, blushing, flustered, and absolutely refusing to make eye contact.
“Oh my god,” Mike groaned.
“Never mind,” Will laughed. “We’ll workshop it.”
Still smiling, Mike reached for Will’s hand, threading their fingers together naturally. Will squeezed back, heart full. Then Mike gently pulled him toward the bathroom so they could brush their teeth together. And maybe…kiss some more. Breakfast could wait.