Caleb looks at his hand, hesitating for just a few heartbeats as he feels out Michael's emotions. He doesn't feel any pity, which is good. He also doesn't feel any deception, so he reaches and grips his hand.

Michael's skin feels impossibly warm, but not in an awkward, clammy way. It's like Caleb's been out in the cold and never even realized it, not until Michael's hand grips his like this. He has the sudden, irrational urge to pull him close and just snuggle him and feel that warmth, but he tamps it down and clears his throat.

"Um, so," he says, pulling his hand away when he realizes he's... probably been holding it for way too long. "When d'you want to start? It's, it's mostly math and science? I'm doing okay in English and History."