Michael breathes out raggedly when their foreheads press together. It's a comfort, it is, but it's also enough to make him feel weaker than ever before. It shows in the way his breath shudders and sobs. He's supported, he has friends, and more importantly, he has family.

And he still feels guilty as hell for dragging them into this.

His hand drifts to the wound near his stomach, which he thinks will scar, and thinks about the glowing organs and the paranoia. His eyes flick to the door, meaning Alex, and he wonders how many cameras they have now. He points out there, then makes the same worried 'okay' symbol, knowing this answer might not be so passionate.