"Holy shit, I didn't mean right now," Michael says, all of a sudden panicked that Caleb is about to do this via text, which never works well. Not that he'd know. His texting habits aren't exactly very strong, which had been part of the reason he'd run into so much trouble in the first place.

He gestures, roughly, around. "You know, you just...you get on the same page. Alex and I, when we were seventeen, even we had a bit of a conversation." Sure, it had been frantic, but they'd decided (stupidly) to leave the Emporium and go to the shed.