[For Mikey]Moping time is up.
Brian was through waiting. He'd given Mikey time and space to work through whatever he had to work through, but this was getting ridiculous. Mikey's moping time was up.
He walked into Mikey's room without preamble, without knocking or waiting to be invited in, without announcing his presence. He looked at the two men reading on their respective beds and turned to the blond guy. "You. Out," were the first words out of his mouth, in a tone that left no room for argument. It wasn't a request.
Enjolras looked up from his book with a frown, his gaze moving from Michael's friend to Michael himself, perfectly willing to leave for a time if Michael wanted privacy and not terribly put off by the man's impoliteness. At least he'd been direct, something Enjolras could appreciate.
He walked into Mikey's room without preamble, without knocking or waiting to be invited in, without announcing his presence. He looked at the two men reading on their respective beds and turned to the blond guy. "You. Out," were the first words out of his mouth, in a tone that left no room for argument. It wasn't a request.
Enjolras looked up from his book with a frown, his gaze moving from Michael's friend to Michael himself, perfectly willing to leave for a time if Michael wanted privacy and not terribly put off by the man's impoliteness. At least he'd been direct, something Enjolras could appreciate.