Mikey was proud of himself. He didn't know what Sam meant about the best smelling people not being the best to be around. That was contrary to everything he knew. But if Sam didn't want to go smell Simon, there wasn't any way to make him. So he just shrugged.
Despite his brain being interested in the food window, Mikey's stomach turned in a nasty way when he thought of going to get more to eat. For the first time in probably all of his life, he didn't want to follow the whims and impulses that cropped up.
"You're welcome. I'm going to go back upstairs and lay down." He thought that a nap would be nice. He didn't let Sam have a word against it, just stepped forward and hugged the so-called shifter. "I'll see you later. And we'll play."
His tail flicked lazily behind him as he turned back to the elevator and got into it, waving after he pressed the button to go back up.