"No, this isn't 'laugh at Caleb' happy, this is something else. This is the kind of happy you feel around Alex. It's way warmer and less, like, targeted." He narrows his eyes, then widens them again. "Oh, fuck. New Year's Eve!" He gasps and rounds the car so he's closer to Michael again. At least his legs are still long. "Did you—? Did he—? Fuck, Dude, tell me everything!"