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Pete's halfway down the hall when Mikey goes after him.
"Wait!" he calls, jogging to catch up.
Pete sighs and turns around. "What do you want?"
"I don't know," Mikey pants, stopping in front of him. "I don't know what I want. But, please. Just wait a while. Just stay."
Pete reaches up and wipes his eyes with his sleeve. "Listen, Mikey. I'm not a concept. Guys think that I'm gonna change their life. But I'm not. I'm just a fucked up dude looking for my own peace of mind."
"I can't see anything I don't like about you," Mikey says almost pleadingly. He can't let Pete just walk out of his life like this. He can't fuck this up again.
"But you will!" Pete exclaims. "And I'll get scared and try to push you away because that's what I do!"
Mikey laughs shakily. "Okay," he says.
Pete stares at him, and after a moment he laughs as well. "Okay," he says tremulously, wiping his eyes again. "Okay."
And they both smile.