Michael squeezes Caleb's shoulder again, proud of him. That's really only the first step, as far as he's concerned. "When you use your talents like that, is there anything after that would help you out? Like, for me, I drink acetone," he says.

He also makes a note to talk to Alex about Tim, maybe put together some kind of fruit tray or something supportive.

"You feeling okay? No lingering anything?"