"Oh my god, you're the actual worst," Caleb groans, but he's laughing when he buries his head in his arms. This feels good, Michael teasing him. It feels normal.

"It was an art project, and—" Fuck, he has to tell him. "And we just— we kissed a little. A lot," he corrects, and he's waiting for the smug 'I told you so' to start.