"Mike," I breathe, taking a step toward him, finally shaking the last bit of fog from my brain.
"'m right here. 'm fine."
I hesitate, and I know it's probably a mistake, but in the end, I can't stop myself from resting a hand on his shoulder, my gut clenching at the warmth of his skin through his t-shirt.
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"'m right here. 'm fine."
I hesitate, and I know it's probably a mistake, but in the end, I can't stop myself from resting a hand on his shoulder, my gut clenching at the warmth of his skin through his t-shirt.