For a moment, Caleb debates handing it to him. Michael needs to speak. He needs to open his mouth and let everything out. He can feel it there, simmering beneath the surface. If he could reach out, turn up the heat a little, and let it boil over, then maybe Michael could get some of this out, deal with it somehow, and feel a little bit better.

But he can't bring himself to do that. He wants to take care of Michael, protect him. And if that means giving in, and letting him write instead of speak, then he will.

He leans back, and reaches with his free hand to grab the notepad and pen.