"I'd make out with you anywhere," Michael vows, because that's one of the easiest truths in the world. He cups the back of Alex's neck as he coaxes Alex in a little closer, not aggressive with his kisses so much as something steady and slow and sweet.

His eyes are half-lidded as he stares fondly at Alex. "Do you wanna go to the truck?" he asks, because it's not that far. "Or the Airstream?"