"You're already in charge of my life," Michael vows, and he's happy to offer it to him, leaning in towards him like an invisible magnetic force is drawing him closer, making him soppy and stupid as he tips his head one way, then the other, curling in towards him.

"I tried really hard to balance the weight, but to make it easier," he says, "and to match the shape of your leg," he says excitedly, grabbing his keys so they can head out. "And now, you're a little bit alien too."