There was a lot swirling around in his head right in that moment, things he would like to say to her about all of this, about biases and Hugo and boys in general, but Michael wasn't sure he could trust himself not to say something they'd both regret if he started saying anything about that.
"You know sometimes I forget how young you are, you talk like you're so much older." And that might have been partially his own fault, keeping Wren so close for so many years, she was bound to pick up some of his own more mature mannerisms.
"But you're still just a child, just thirteen, love. And I know it seems like you know so much, and you understand everything and you've taken so much into consideration, but I don't think you're ready for this." He sighed. "I know you think you're ready for this, that you've thought of all the possible ends for this, but I don't think that's enough, you don't have enough experience to really know about any of this, and he doesn't either."
"I'd prefer it if you didn't see him anymore, but I'm not going to forbid it - I know how well that works with teenagers." He shook his head. "And if you do decide you have to keep seeing him, take things more slowly, I don't want to catch the two of you snogging in the halls again or neither of you will be getting off so easily next time, understand?"