Caleb leans closer to watch him. It stings, to see and feel Michael withdraw from him like that, but he can't find it in himself to hold it against him. Instead, he leans his elbows on his knees.

"You know that doesn't work on me," he says softly. He reaches out and gently ruffles Michael's hair. He needs a shower. His curls are getting greasy and tangled. But Caleb doesn't really care about that. Michael needs contact, needs comfort, and if he can provide that, even a little, then he will.