You were driving him crazy. Every moment was a new task, a new memory to relive. You had seen these candies on the telly when you were young. You had forgotten the name, but you had to spit on it to get the full flavor. Michael knew what you talked about, but...you just burned yourself with an iron. And refused to go to a hospital.

He was confused, but got the candies from your room anyway. Sitting across from you, he handed them over. You got a handful and held them out. He was going to do it first.