"How come you can't sleep?"

Michael gets it, he does. It's nice and decent in Darrow most days, but the winters have been shit and he doesn't sleep so well when it gets too cold, but Caleb's at the group home. It's warm there, they even feed you and give you cash.

If it weren't for his bad experiences with homes, Michael might even be there. He settles the pencil on the table, shifting to lift up his knees, looking him over, reaching to lightly touch Caleb's shoulder, just to get his attention. "You look pretty normal to me."