"Here, hold still," Caleb says. He extricates himself from Michael's octopus grasp, then moves to his other side and spoons up behind him.

It isn't meant to be anything scandalous. Michael obviously wants as much contact as possible, and he can't get too close or he'll aggravate his stitches. But Caleb can press the full length of his six-foot-something body against his back and wrap his arms around him, chin on his shoulder. He sort of pushes one leg between Michael's, angling their hips forward so Caleb is partially pressing his weight on his back, one leg between both of Michael's. It isn't perfect, and if this were any other person, any other scenario, Caleb might be blushing. But this is Michael, and he needs physical comfort as much as anything right now, so this feels right.