It was not without severe stomach butterflies and one hell of a stress headache that Micah made his way down toward the medical station at what he hoped was eleven. It wasn't like he could find a working clock and he wasn't entirely sure that his own watch had survived the goddamn tidal wave at the Tumbler Renegade show, but it seemed to be all right, in any case.
When he got there, he stood outside the door for a moment just after watching some unfamiliar girl scurrying out and he watched Leto preparing the room. His stomach stopped fluttering and clenched. This was going to be a lot harder than it had been in his head. Just looking at her in scrubs brought back memories of better times.
But, he could and would separate all of that from the task at hand. He just hoped that the same could be said for Leto's brother, because that was going to be a hell of a shitstorm when it actually came to a head and Micah was so not ready to take that on just then.
Clearing his throat, he pushed off the door and made his way inside, giving Leto a weak smile. God, he missed her... "How ya feelin, tiger?" he asked in a low voice. If he knew anything about her now as opposed to how she'd been then, he knew she was probably having a silent meltdown.