Michael makes a face, because now his shoulder is all soggy, but he doesn't care, not really, and he ruffles Caleb's hair off his forehead, gently touching and making sure he knows that Caleb is okay, too, because he willingly entered into a war zone for him.

His smile is still tired, like he doesn't have the energy, and he wishes that he could do anything else, but he feels like he can't. So instead, he rests his forehead against Caleb's and just breathes out slowly.