Michael grabs at his arm and pulls him in, breathing out slowly and letting his own emotions sort of shallow out, dissipate, and surround him. He's already tired, so he latches onto that feeling, knowing that he could use the rest.

And this is way more comfortable than the back of his truck.

"Just breathe," he coaxes, when Caleb seems tense still. "In for five, hold for five, out for five."