In his life, Mike had a total of two girlfriends. The first was Cindy Shahi in the summer between his Freshmen and Sophomore year of high school. He had known her vaguely because she was a Cheerio and he was a jock, but they had never really spoken until she had nearly run him over at the beginning of that summer, when she had been learning how to drive. They had started hanging out soon after and then began dating even faster than that, but she had failed to mention that she was moving back to her native country at the end of the summer.
So once she had dumped him via text message, he had been very reluctant to date after that. But the next summer, he reconnected with an old friend, which brought him to girlfriend number two.
Tina.
He knew he loved her and he was almost certain she loved him back, a few Artie-related insecurities aside. But then it got confusing because after being sent to an alternate universe version of Kansas, he had once again become reluctant to get close to anyone again. His future self had proven that because he could remember the memories of struggling with his feelings for his not present girlfriend for years before he had finally let her go.
Which brought him to the woman he was standing in front of.
The future him and the future Kitty had been in a relationship for almost a year and he could remember those feelings as if they had been as real as the ones he had for Tina, albeit them being fuzzy because of the whole future thing. But the problem now had been how to reconcile those feelings with the ones still going strong for Tina, who by his count he had last been with two months ago, and with whatever he had going on with Kitty in the present. Time travel and two sets of memories blurred the lines and he had already felt torn enough without the added issues of Elliot and Kitty kissing. Sure, it was an accident and sure Mike knew he didn't blame anyone logically, but he was a seventeen year old boy and that meant he was irrational too, at times.
So it was hard to be here, standing in front of Kitty, trying to apologize while he had no idea what exactly he considered Kitty. A good friend, perhaps his best friend here in Kansas? Certainly. Did he care for her and get protective whenever he felt like she was being threatened? Hell yeah. But did he think of her as a girlfriend?
Well, that was obviously the question.
"Thanks," he said, nodding at her as he stepped into he apartment. He had been here quite a few times over the past few weeks, but it felt strange entering now, after what was maybe their first fight. "We should probably talk, right? I mean...about us."