Exhaling forcefully through his nostrils, hiding his shame in his drink. Finishing off whatever was left in the glass, setting it down quite loudly.
“…Not well.” Glancing up at Mikey, then back down at the counter. “But confronting it feels worse.”
“relax man, i’m joking.” his smirk hidden behind his glass as he sips on his beer.
“besides, the gomorrah is overrated, especially when we got sweetie around here …”
“how’s the, uh, burying your problems thing going for you .ᐣ”