[Mike lets out a soft breath, surprise and relief together, before he folds his lanky arms around Will in return. Something in his chest almost aches a little, quivering like he doesn't know whether to laugh or cry, like the last five months are boiling up into something horribly real, only to be reminded that it's okay now. Will's here. He's here, and he's okay-ish, and it finally gives Mike someone to be again. Because who is he, really, if it's not in the context of his friends?]
Are you cold? [Because with the hug, he's suddenly remembering hospital gown and too skinny and his Will Alarms give a little chirp.] Do you need my sweatshirt?
[He pulls back just a little, looking down - and an escape plan finally comes to him. But first, sweatshirt. He's already letting go to reach for the zipper.]
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Are you cold? [Because with the hug, he's suddenly remembering hospital gown and too skinny and his Will Alarms give a little chirp.] Do you need my sweatshirt?
[He pulls back just a little, looking down - and an escape plan finally comes to him. But first, sweatshirt. He's already letting go to reach for the zipper.]