Caleb hums thoughtfully, reaching out with his ability to see if he can find anything. He doesn't exactly know what he's looking for, though. He knows Michael still loves Alex. He can feel that. But he isn't finding that low hum of arousal that he's used to. There's almost a memory of it, crystallized like a fossil, but it's deeper, buried beneath the lingering fear and pain and guilt and shame that he's aware of, but not really acknowledging.

"Maybe... maybe you just need time," he says. "You're still healing, y'know? In more than one way."