It feels like forever, but slowly, Caleb feels the orange again, and he closes his eyes and sinks into it. Michael's hand on his back feels good, too. His immediate anger has faded, and now it's just that same, simmering red it usually is, making way for confusion and worry he's feeling now.

It still hurts. Caleb still feels too big for his body. But it's easier to feel than the anger had been. That had felt like... melting. Almost as bad as the safe house.

"I'm sorry," he mumbles when he feels like he can speak.