Throwing up felt good. The release of the pressure on his stomach also cleared out his brain and the cloudiness that he had been feeling. He didn't say anything until he was sure he was done vomiting. Mostly because he couldn't even get a word in edgewise.
"I don't know." Mikey said, being quite honest. Impulse control was not something that he knew. He couldn't promise that he would remember how horrible this all felt later, when again faced with all the free pre-cooked chicken he could ever want.
"I am small." He said, defiantly. "And you smell weird."
He had finally started to pay attention to his surroundings. To the guy who was helping him. There was a slight scent of what Evan smelled like, but it was different. Mikey hadn't smelled anything like it before. But it didn't scare him like the alien scent had. Plus, this guy had shown himself to be helpful and nice. Even the mostly irrational cat couldn't bring himself to react badly.