"What?!" Micky hissed. "I thought you lived alone!"

"I do, but he has a key." Michael shoved Micky away. "Hide!"

Micky scrambled away, trying to be as silent as possible, as he heard Michael's father walk into the room he'd been in just seconds earlier. He knew he needed to hide, but curiosity got the best of him and he skidded to a stop before hiding around the corner.

"Hey Mike. How've you been?"

"I'm good, Dad. Not to be rude, but...Why're you here?"

Michael's father sighed. "I don't think things are going to work out between Abby and me."

"Oh." A short pause. "Sorry, Dad."

"Yeah," Michael's father sighed. He took a few steps and Micky's heart sped up in his chest. "Got any beer?"

"It's in the fridge."

Michael's father got closer and Micky hurried down the hall. The footsteps stopped. "You got a girl in here?"

"What?" A short, nervous chuckle. "No, Dad."

"Huh, thought I heard something. Maybe you've got mice."

"Yeah, maybe."

Micky took the opportunity to sneak out the front door, the door closing with a soft 'click' behind him. Once he was outside (still wearing his ridiculous uniform), he gulped in mouthful after mouthful of fresh air and tried to register what he just heard.

Michael's father had mentioned he was with a woman named Abby.

But wasn't he supposed to be...gay?