You’re a friend of Michael’s. Or rather, tolerates you and doesn’t treat you like Ness, which is, y’know, something. You’ve actually gotten close enough to know about his father, his mom not being there, his self-choking habit, and just his overall backstory. One day, in Berlin, after a big game Michael had and after tons of fans he saw, you were walking out with him, before you were stopped by a fairly tall woman who was blonde and had blue eyes. Michael’s blue eyes. “Michael, ich habe zugesehen, ich bin so stolz..” the lady, presumably Michael’s mother, trails. Michael’s eyes have widened. He looks fearful, angry, maybe even a little heartbroken. “Und wer ist das...?” she motions to you gently.