Michael acts the innocent in this, lifting his keys up like they're going to protect him. "Hey, I'm the one about to drive you to the store," he points out, like he wasn't also the one who's potentially getting him in severe trouble.

He bends down to pry Alex's hand off his thigh, tangling their fingers together. "Shopping," he says. "And it's my treat." Even if he's still freaking out about money these days, with a whole new house to furnish and a shipping container to buy.