Michael gives Caleb an amused look, pieces clicking together. First, there'd been the bra thing, and now there's the clothes. "So, I take it that you went shopping at some point today?" is his guess, which he feels like is the pretty normal thing to be judging.

"Seriously, I definitely would've thrown on sweats. It's a teen thing, right?" he asks curiously, popping the hood. "Caring about all that?"