Micah gave a little sigh of annoyance, [color=mediumpurple]"I don't need to be coddled like Luke,"[/color] he then dug into the pasta. He really thought that homemade was so much better than the dish at work. Mikaela barely avoided getting a noodle on the nightshirt, it instead fell on his collarbone and he picked it up quickly, sweeping up the remaining sauce with his finger. After spooning some vegetables onto his plate and mixing them with the pasta, he finally took a sip of his tea.

[color=mediumpurple]"Well, I guess that means I'm doing something right..."[/color] The Blonde spun his pasta around with his chin resting on his elbow. He felt rather self-conscious with Alver staring at him so much. It wasn't much of a compliment to say Luke acted like him, seeing as what a hot mess he was.

Oh god, what had Luke said? It wasn't that he had ever demanded the young boy keep quiet about his daymares, but the boy hadn't really gone around telling anyone either. Micah supposed that meant he was getting along with Alver, but he wished his son hadn't brought it up. As always when Micah got obsessed, his delusions spilled into his reality slightly. While he wasn't looking straight at the Albino, soft silvery words filled his mind from what the man was saying.

Micah gave a quick shake of his head. He usually connected sound with color, but the hues always confused him and made his eyes strained. Micah set his fork down and pulled at the extra fabric of the nightshirt on his lap. [color=mediumpurple]"Your experience?"[/color] A sad smile passed over his lips, [color=mediumpurple]"The fae and their pretty lights, the tens moon? Marina doesn't appear for me anymore, if that's what you showed him."[/color] Meadica was a nymph that his parents would have called his imaginary friend. She would always spend time with Micah and the others whenever they played in the wilderness, but she couldn't leave it herself. [color=mediumpurple]"I don't have the time to go outside just for myself, and I doubt she'd enjoy my company."[/color]

The smaller man rubbed at his temples. [color=mediumpurple]"It's probably just stress, what with work piling up and all. I don't have a good outlet for it..."[/color] The Blonde shivered, [color=mediumpurple]"What other reason could there be?"[/color]

He finally looked back up at Alver with a watery grimace.