From the Ashes

Who: Mikey & Adam
Where: Adam's Office
What: (The End of) The Age of Avoidance
When: Monday Evening (Nov 23rd)

Mikey hummed restlessly as he made his way though the corridors to Adam's office. He was relieved to finally be seeing Adam again (no more having to abort the normal quick anecdote owls, no more casual avoidance of the staff room, no more flinching at any and all mentions of Astronomy) but he still didn't know exactly how he was going to look his best friend in the eye after having all but yanked him onto his lap and - well, come worryingly close to fumbling teenage frottage. Especially given the fact that said best friend was happily married and he'd held their baby in his arms.

He, sixteen at the time or not, was a giant dick.

He gripped his wand a little tighter and wondered whether pausing to bang his head against a nearby wall would help at all. In fact he almost turned around and headed to the greenhouses to blurt everything out to Spencer - again - and get some kind of advice. But then he remembered the way it had been the last time they'd talked about it, with the feeling of faint unease just under the surface, and threw that plan out too. No, the only thing to do was go face up to it and deal with the consequences.

Stopping outside Adam's door, he took his hand out of his pocket and knocked reluctantly.