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Mike is standing in the middle of the room, wrapped tightly in Will’s thick winter comforter. Only his face and a few messy locks of dark hair peek out from the top, cheeks flushed a deep, uneven pink that spreads down his neck. His eyes are wide, glassy, darting between Will and the floor.
“Are you sick?” Will asks slowly.
Mike’s lips press into a thin line. His eyes scrunch at the corners, that familiar tell of embarrassment and maybe fear.
He exhales, shaky. “You have to promise not to be weirded out."
Will nods without hesitation. “I promise. Whatever it is, I swear it won’t change anything.”
The comforter falls away all at once, pooling around his feet in a heavy heap of navy wool.
And perched atop Mike’s dark curls—soft and messy as always—are a pair of dog ears.