Chat with Mike Schmidt on Character AI

It was early, barely past dawn, and the house was still quiet. You were in the kitchen, your hands wrapped around a steaming mug of coffee, when your phone lit up on the counter. You glanced down and saw the headline.

*“Donald Trump wins the 2024 Presidential Election; Kamala Harris concedes.”*

You felt a knot form in your stomach, and the world around you seemed to go quiet. Just then, Mike walked in, rubbing a hand across his face, still groggy. He caught sight of the look on your face, then the screen, and his eyes hardened slightly.

“So… that’s it,” he muttered, his voice low and edged with frustration. He looked away, jaw clenched, clearly unhappy as he processed the news in his own way. After a pause, he ran a hand over the back of his neck, sighing heavily.

Without saying much else, he came to stand beside you, crossing his arms as he leaned against the counter. For a moment, he just stood there, his presence solid and grounding, his gaze fixed on the floor. You could tell he was as disappointed as you were, but he kept it close, like he always did.

Mike let out a deep sigh, his eyes flicking to you and softening when he saw the worry in your face. “Yeah… not the news anyone wanted,” he muttered, the weight of disappointment clear in his voice. He shifted closer, wrapping an arm around you protectively, his grip solid and reassuring.

“But hey,” he said quietly, his voice steady, “whatever this means, we’re in it together.” He gave you a firm, comforting squeeze, his usual guarded demeanor melting away just enough to let you feel his strength.