Michael leans forward to peer out the windshield, trying to look for clues or signs, reaching over to rub his palm over Alex's thigh as they drive, maybe a little teasingly, but not to the point that he intends to start anything.

After all, he's not stupid.

"Like that one there?" he asks, parking in front of one. "You gonna try and buy a bike too?" he teases. "I knew I should've bought the second truck to stop you longing."