Michael isn't dressed for the beach in his flannel shirt and his jeans and boots, but he still grabs Bopp's leash from Alex so he can hook her up, careful not to let her yank on him until his shoulder pops out of the damn socket, which would be the last thing he needs.

"How's your leg doing?" he asks, hoping for some good news that he can focus on, instead of just thinking about Magnus being here and then gone.