"I'd go with you anywhere," Michael vows, and gives Alex a preening look, leaning heavily into the touch Alex is giving him, like he's being patted like a good dog. All it'll take is Alex adding some praise about how he's a 'good boy' and he'll be a goner.

Biting his lip, he pinches the sweatpants. "You willing to put on real clothes and go out? Get yourself a rock star look?"