Michael tries not to be bitter, but he fails. While he got sympathy in Roswell, Arturo had a business to run, and while he could top up his plate with more fries, he never got a check ripped up like that. Clearing his throat, he gestures for them to go.

"Cool," is all he says, and pushes at Caleb, frantic to get out of there now, trying not to relive old wounds, but finding it difficult not to. "Let's get out of here, okay?"