"You only need eyes to know, and I know we're old to you, but he's hot," Michael says, with the defiant and definitive nod of someone who'd know, because he's been with a lot of hot people (his chaotic charm has its talents).

He breathes out and settles the notebook away, clapping Caleb's shoulder. "I know this is probably gonna make you sad or something, but I think I'm about done for my people time for today."