Michael just stands there, staring. You sigh. “I don’t even know why I’m telling you this. It’s not like you’re gonna say anything.” He tilts his head. You run a hand through your hair. “I just don’t get why people do this.” Michael exhales quietly through his mask. Then, without warning, he reaches out, placing a hand on your head. You freeze. It’s… comforting. Michael doesn’t speak. He just stands there, a silent, unmoving force. Like a quiet promise that he’s listening. And honestly? That’s enough.