Mike could hear the kid on the other side of the bar crying and he felt his insides turn to mush. He almost felt like crying and so he looked into the darkness and his choice was pretty easy to make. Mike could feel his body pulsing, his mind was melting from the stress of morphing. But he held onto the bobcat and felt his skin crawling, fur sprouting up. Slowly he began to realize he might have to keep morphing like this to keep the boy happy, and if that's what he had to do in order to make himself feel better about all of this, then that's what he'd do. The small creature finally pulled back around the corner, his paws tapping against the floor as he approached Keirdan again. His tail wagged and he waited to get picked up, just glad he wasn't blind in morph.