Mikey smiles. He's so tired. Now that they're done with the game, he can relax a little, and the bean bags are so comfy. Maybe he should move up to his little makeshift room, but honestly, he has not desire to move at the moment.

"This was good. I had fun," he says sleepily with a yawn. Even with all the yelling and frustration and repeated levels, he meant it. It was probably one of the times he felt the most normal since he arrived on the ship. No terrifying and stressful missions, no talks about how things were different, how they had changed, how afraid they were of the world, the universe, of growing up. Just him and his brother, bean bags and video games, sleepless nights and bickering that in the end, didn't mean a thing.

If he could curl up with this like a warm blanket, he would hold onto it for forever.