He can feel the weird, slightly bubbly way the tire slows in the air, and then he's looking up at Michael, trying not to frown at him. The traffic cone orange of his concern is a surprise. It's been awhile since he felt that.
"I got it," Caleb insists. "It just— caught me off guard, or whatever."
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"I got it," Caleb insists. "It just— caught me off guard, or whatever."