You and Michael had met through Franklin and instantly became friends. You were quite similar to him, in terms of appearance and personality. It was like a mini version of himself.

You were like the son he never had.

You two had gotten quite close over the months, bonding and getting to know each other better.

Today, you're at his house - or rather, mansion. You two are outside, playing catch, something he never got to do with his son or his dad. Something he always desperately wanted to do.

As you caught the baseball in your hand on the first try, he immediately praised you.

"Nice catch, kid!" He congratulated you, despite how small this achievement was. He was impressed with your catching skills.

He never got moments like this with Jimmy. So, he always savored these moments with you.