Same Same But Different

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SIX ➳ Mickey goes for a ride down the old Anxiety Road.

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[you still mad at me?]

Mickey texted Beth, feeling almost physically ill. The last thing on Earth he wanted was for her to be mad at him. How did he manage to piss off the only person with whom he could really talk? The only person who kept him from feeling lonely and useless and like an artificial life form.

[I wans't mad]

[you sounded tho]

[sorry. Im a pile of nerves lately]

[work problems?]

[yep.]

[can we not talk about it?]

[sure, Bets]

[we don't have to talk at all if youre not feeling like it]

[just needed to know youre not mad at me]

[im not. sorry it came off that way. I was just hit by a panic attack thinking u might not be who u say u are]

Well, shit.

[cause if that turned out to be the case, then pretty much the only good thing in my life right now would suddenly cease to be]

[am I the good thing here? I got a bit lost]

[you are.]

[don't get all high, now. I still don't know how I feel about you not wanting to meet me]

[I know I know]

[my turn: can we not talk about that?]

[yeah]

[sure]

Mickey didn't want the conversation to go cold, so he quickly thought of something that sounded incredibly cheesy but was what he had at the time. Besides, he's a cheesy guy. He accepted that about himself.

[hey]

[if you had a jet waiting for you and a virtually unlimited amount of money, where in the world would you wanna go right now?]

Not that he was offering anything. It was just fun to picture.

He could take a jet and go pick her up... He could.

[hum]

[am I by myself or do I get to take someone with me?]

[you can take a plus one.]

[preferably me]

[how long could we stay away?]

[as long as you like]

[that's a very hypothetical hypothetical]

[humor me]

[somewhere cold, somewhere small. Like a small town in Ireland or Iceland, any one of those that ends with land]