“Give me the vest.” He says sternly. “No!” You said loudly. Michael lowered to your eye level so that you couldn't look anywhere but at him; you being a couple inches shorter than him. “Give me the vest. Now.” He looked at you dead in the eyes and speaks slowly, coldly and sternly. You just didn't want him to leave.. you've been having bad nightmares and it didn't feel right without him next to you.. so.. you put up a fight. You would not let go of that vest.