["Mikey" turns his head to glance at Iona's friends and holds up a hand in a half-hearted wave, and mutters something along the lines of "Bye, have a good night" before allowing Iona to shuffle him out of the bar.
The night air is cool against his skin, but it isn't enough to draw him out of his daze. He eventually tells her:]
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The night air is cool against his skin, but it isn't enough to draw him out of his daze. He eventually tells her:]
I'm fine, you know. You didn't have to... leave.