Caleb huffs a laugh against his mouth. It's so easy to want to keep kissing him, because they both just want to keep kissing. Caleb feels like he's starting to loop, feeling Michael, feeling himself through Michael, but that's not possible. He's just still feeling empathy drunk, he's sure.

"Okay," he gasps. "Okay, okay. Let's go." He finally releases him and gently pushes him towards the truck.