Michael has been touch-starved for a long time, even though he'd never willingly admit to it. He feels better the moment Caleb curls him in, and lets out a ragged, shaky sound, burrowing back into him, grabbing for Alex's pillow in order to pull it in to his chest and face, inhaling deeply.

He closes his eyes and focuses on calm, breathing in and out, and he strives for it, because he wants Caleb to feel it, wants him to feel something other than guilt and panic and fear from Michael right now.

He grabs at his hand so he can squeeze gently, supportive, appreciative, and grateful for his position. If he were himself, he'd make a crack about Alex finding them like this, but he's not.