Micro stared at himself in the mirror for what seemed like an hour before he slumped onto his bed. "Fuck..." He muttered under his breath. "This isn't going to work. This isn't going to work!"

He sat up once more, about to punch the mirror before he stopped himself. No. He had to stay calm and collected. Acting out of line was what drew Thomas away from him in the first place. He had to learn to control his temper.

Standing up once more, he examined every last inch of his body, from the neat way he parted his hair to the shined oxfords he inherited from his father. Not once had Mirco considered he would be wearing them, but for Thomas...

God. He was helplessly in love with him.

Micro sat down against the wall, running his robotic fingers through his hair. Had he always known he was gay? What about Thomas? Mirco glanced at himself in the mirror again, wondering if he was Thomas' first crush.

Was Thomas gay or bisexual... or anything else? Mirco had taken notice that he kissed the girls' hands, but he was sure that was just out of politeness. He's always with Amaya, too, Mirco sighed to himself. And even if she doesn't date, did Thomas still have a little crush on her?

He wondered about the other girls. Ebony... he wasn't exactly sure, but she could be gay... Edward was definitely as straight as they come... Nick...

Micro bit his lip. Nick was the outlier, or whatever. She definitely seemed to be bisexual, maybe even pansexual, so her attention could be on anyone. Nick is absolutely gorgeous and a huge flirt. Micro thought, sighing. She has big boobs and a pretty nice ass, too. Lots of guys can be into that kind of thing.

Was Thomas a guy that liked asses? Mirco looked at his own ass in the mirror before quickly sitting down, embarrassed that he even tried to check. Although, hey, he did have a pretty nice ass, for a robot, although it wouldn't compare to Nick's...

Listen to yourself! You really think Thomas likes Nick? Mirco shook his head, standing up. He invited you to hang out! He obviously wants to spend time with you!

That was it. Micro brushed off the dark jeans he was wearing and walked over to the door, ready to face Thomas. Right when he was about to open it, however, the door swung open, leaving Micro face-to-face with a disheveled-looking Thomas.

"T-Thomas?" Mirco stammered, trying to subtlety look him up and down, but immediately becoming off-guard by first his messy hair, and then his clothes. Wait a second... "Why are you wearing my clothes?" He laughed, tugging at his jacket.

Thomas pinched the bridge of his nose. "God, ask Nicolette and Amaya... I'm sorry, Mirco, I thought they asked to borrow those..."

Mirco shook his hands before holding onto Thomas' shoulders. "No, no, it's okay." He cleared his throat, giving him a genuine smile. "They look good on you. Really." Micro began to laugh again. "Although the eyeliner is a bit much."

Thomas rubbed the back of his neck, laughing. "Nicolette said it would look good, but I was a tad skeptical..." He stood back for a moment, observing Micro. "You look... well, like a proper gentleman." He brushed a stray strand of white hair out of Mirco's face, the gentle touch of Thomas' thin fingers making his servers go haywire.

"Yeah, I decided to dress up a bit." He blushed slightly, partially because he felt so overdressed, but also because Thomas looked incredibly sexy. "I, um, is that okay?"

Thomas was staring at Mirco's quivering porcelain lips, his eyes going soft and his mouth slightly ajar.

"Thomas?" Mirco rose a brow. "You've been, uh, staring like that for a while now."

Thomas shook his head and looked Mirco in the eyes. "Ah. Sorry, I spaced out." He took Mirco by the hand and smiled. "Follow me to the central garden. I want to show you something."