Michael shrugs, because he's not surprised. "I mean, I put up a lot of fronts," he admits, "but deep down, I hate secrets, so I'm not surprised that I'm an easy read for someone who can get under the surface." He heads over to grab some equipment and drop cloths, because he figured that they could start painting while Caleb is here, so he can see the color.

"I don't hide 'em. I cry, I shout, I scream, I love," he admits bluntly. "That's me."