Michael's all flustered by the time he eases back, his curls a complete mess, and his cheeks flushed. He rubs a hand over the back of his head, filled with nerves now that he's remembered they have an audience. "I'm kind of thirsty," he admits, because he could use some water after that.

"Do you, uh, do you want to get something?" he asks, eyes brimming with hope as he stares at Caleb.