By the time he reaches Ocean View, car day is the last thing on Caleb's mind. He's been texting Rosie, and he's gotten a few texts from Clint, too, and all he can think about is the last twenty minutes of his life and how fucking weird it is to be a teenager.

He lets himself in with a cursory knock, the exact same way he always does. Michael's feelings meet him on the sidewalk, so he knows exactly where he is, and he's not in bed, which is amazing.

Caleb immediately feels guilty for that thought. He knows Michael's trying. He can feel it. It's slow, and timid, but it's there, pushing through the tightly packed soil that his trauma has laid down around him. But it is exciting, that Michael's already up and moving around.

"Hey," he says, utterly unaware of how he looks right now: well-kissed.