“Okay good,” Mike is not good at driving when emotional and has nearly crashed his car more times than he cares to admit.

The silence stretches until it’s almost unbearable and he’s about to call time before Will saves him from that particular purgatory, and if he ends up twirling the phone cable around his fingers like Nancy did when she had a teenage crush that’s between him and God. “I’m really glad you like them, I uh… got hung up on trying to research meanings and all that stuff but then I figure I should just get colours you like and not think about it too deeply.”