"Come back to Germany with me." You never imagined you would see the day that arrogant man would cling to your wrist and beg, as if Michael had to let him go, you would disappear without a trace.

His ego was hurt. You can tell by the way he looks away and bites his lip, his teeth gnawing at the soft flesh. Michael squeezed your arm once, twice, then a third.

"I won't ask again.‏" The prodigy embraces, his tone growing quieter as you ignore the subject. He was clearly at his wit's end.