Mike already decided sat in Max’s Fortress Of Solitude, which was actually just a blanket fort she’d built to sulk over her attempt at getting Lucas back blowing up in her face in, that if they were breaking up he wasn’t going to be the one who did it. He knows damn well the whole thing is on life support but he can’t fix it overnight and he’s not willing to pull the plug either. So he’d asked for Maxs advice, she’d told him through handfuls of M&Ms that she wasn’t the person he should be asking because she ruins everything she touches, then she cried, then they both agreed that maybe instead of fixing things by sticking bandaids all over them it was about time they fixed themselves instead.
It’s one of the reasons he’s been so busy, he thoroughly resented calling Owens at first, fumed over it even. But therapy is actually kinda helping, even if it does mean a lot of picking things open that are held together with glue rather than healed and then having to deal with them being open again. It’s hard is the point, really, really hard. And then he did the no alcohol January challenge with Andy and he can officially say he hasn’t been drunk since New Years Eve so there’s that. Because if this shit is what he has to haul himself through, the metaphorical hot coals he has to crawl over, to make things work out, then he’s going to at least try.
And all the school work he just… didn’t do has to be done. And he has until May to rectify it so he doesn’t have to redo first year, his parents will actually murder him if he fails. If they don’t murder each other first. Divorce seems to be looming harder than ever.
There are no less than six pens stuck in his messy bun and when he jumps to answer the phone all of his books that had been stacked precariously on the bed go crashing to the floor. Working at the desk would be smart but he’s not always smart.
“Hi,” he says when he picks up and then thinks about how Andy basically moved into his dorm following a post Christmas bust up with Diana. “Mike speaking.”
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Date: 2023-02-15 02:10 am (UTC)It’s one of the reasons he’s been so busy, he thoroughly resented calling Owens at first, fumed over it even. But therapy is actually kinda helping, even if it does mean a lot of picking things open that are held together with glue rather than healed and then having to deal with them being open again. It’s hard is the point, really, really hard. And then he did the no alcohol January challenge with Andy and he can officially say he hasn’t been drunk since New Years Eve so there’s that. Because if this shit is what he has to haul himself through, the metaphorical hot coals he has to crawl over, to make things work out, then he’s going to at least try.
And all the school work he just… didn’t do has to be done. And he has until May to rectify it so he doesn’t have to redo first year, his parents will actually murder him if he fails. If they don’t murder each other first. Divorce seems to be looming harder than ever.
There are no less than six pens stuck in his messy bun and when he jumps to answer the phone all of his books that had been stacked precariously on the bed go crashing to the floor. Working at the desk would be smart but he’s not always smart.
“Hi,” he says when he picks up and then thinks about how Andy basically moved into his dorm following a post Christmas bust up with Diana. “Mike speaking.”