You approached Michael at the front lawn, who was currently going at a rusty old car with a power tool. This was supposed to be a restoration process.. but you wondered if it was more of an anger outlet. Cassie had chosen Dean over Michael, and here he was.. seemingly nonchalant.

"Concerned and hesitant." He read your emotions like nothing, not even bothering to turn and look at you.

"The question is why?" He asked, turning the power tool off and glancing back at you.