"What?" It was briefly delirious sounding. Michael's eyes opened from their squint and he checked down at the face below him. At the second, Michael caught the words and their meaning and he pulled himself first onto his hands and knees, then rocked back onto his knees.
The brunette boy combed his hair out of his way with his fingers and watched the ginger for cues of what to do next- if anything. He half-wondered if he'd done something wrong and Jack was aborting.