Michael had been eating a piece of his muffin when Luna went off on her Socrates sayings and such. "Hm, I'm not sure how I feel about that." He knew himself very well and Charlotte was far from being a reflection of himself.
Something was bothering him though. Usually Luna would go straight to a point even if it made things uncomfortable but that particular morning, it seemed like she was taking side roads to get to poin B from point A. "What if I know myself. I know who I am, what I want. But.." he frowned not too sure if he should speak about that at all. "I didn't change and she did." This realization dawned on him like a slap in the face and Michael couldn't help but think that it was his own fault if she was gone.