He takes a breath as he thinks about it. The fingers of his free hand twist and roll the mood ring on his thumb. It's way too big for his pinkie finger right now, and pretty close to too big for this thumb, but it stays in place.

He imagines the fishing line of his ability reaching back out for Michael, but all he feels is the comfortable orange, now. Their feelings are lining up again, and it's making Caleb feel a little less full. He closes his eyes, shoulders sagging in relief.

"I, I think I'm okay," he says. "I think it's okay, now."