It was in Michael's nature to worry. And Cho was someone he'd definitely worry about. He turned the slightest bit pink when she patted his hand and told him she'd figure something out. Michael was realizing that he might have pushed too hard. . .
"Again," he started, not wanting Cho to think he was making an empty offer, "If I can help at all, please let me know. . ." Michael's voice trailed off, and he forced a smile.