Annoying Genetic Traits

While the elevator is in transit, Mikah sighs softly and reaches up with one hand, gently kneading his forehead for a few seconds.

“Hey, you okay, man? If you need us to give you a few minutes alone or something, it’s cool.” As Lucas notices these movements on Mikah’s part, he speaks up without even pausing to give it any thought, eliciting a small smile from Mikah.

“It’s fine, I’m fine. It’s nothing to worry about.” While saying this, Mikah can’t help feeling self-conscious about his actions upon having attention brought to them, so he lowers his hand and turns his line of sight to the steadily climbing floor counter above the door.

“...It’s okay not to be okay, you don’t gotta front. Like, fuck, Jon basically fell over earlier from power burnout or whatever you call it, we can just give ya a breather if ya need it.” You know you’re doing a bad job of hiding something when even Lucas notices, and he even decides to be insistent about that fact, to boot.