Mikaela arrived quite a bit later than he expected, not even getting to the general area until 10:45. The man wasn't as exhausted as the past few nights... Or maybe he was running on all the nervous energy pumping through him. Had he really left Luke with Alver? It wasn't like he didn't think they'd get along- heavens no! But... Things were awkward between the two of them and he had just pushed the young boy onto him. It was a surprise that Micah hadn't gotten into a car crash with how much his head was in the clouds. 

Micah was lucky that his evening job was so loud and rushed and that Hank was there, otherwise he might have slipped into his fantasies. With the busy lifestyle he was in now, his escape coping mechanism was thrown out the window. It was only because he had enough time to eat, work, and sleep that he hadn't had any recent daymares and night dreams. 

Micah stared down at the tupperware in the passenger seat next to him. It had gone completely untouched for the whole night as was probably stone cold. The man didn't know if he should leave it out here or bring it inside... But maybe he should- oh dear...

Finally, Micah slipped out of the car, slipping the tupperware into his bag. He'd figure out that problem eventually, but for now, he wanted to stop putting such a burden on his tall friend. Racking his fingers through his strawberry blonde hair, he made for the door. His uniform of a tuxedo top and apron was wrinkled with his sleeves up to his elbows and the moose in his hair making it even worse than his everyday bedhead. The man came up to the door and gave it a hesitant knock.

But it was already really late, would Alver be sleeping? Wait, that was silly! He'd be watching over Luke or working! But what if he couldn't hear him? Mikaela moved from foot to foot before knocking on the door more loudly. [color=mediumpurple]"I'm pathetic..."[/color]