Michael keeps pushing because whatever is going on, he thinks Caleb's just reading into things. Maybe he's overly sensitive, who the hell knows? Still, he's not about to fuss too much about it. "Cool, I'm not pissed, so let's go," he says, digging out his keys, leaving all the hot dogs still on the table.

He had his fries and his shake, he knows better than to take too much, when he can't offer anything back, and he needs to save his money for a place of his own.