One of Micah's eyebrows raised in curiosity. Was she paranoid...? His mind briefly meandered toward his son and how uncomfortable the little boy had made him, wondering for a split second if maybe that was the thing Micah hadn't been able to put his finger on about the child, but he pushed the thought away. "No, I can't say I have," he replied almost apologetically. It wasn't like he wanted her to feel like an idiot for having asked when he couldn't confirm the sensation, after all.
"Ah, is that why? I always wondered that," he joked back when she suggested that the reason for the illustrations on the covers of such books could be for the benefit of those who preferred looking to imagining. "I can't believe I'm about to ask you this, but what's it about?" he asked, nodding toward her book.
The discussion, while a little admittedly awkward, was a welcome respite from the dismal mood that had surrounded him the past few days. Between meeting up with Leto and their son in the elevator and the whole thing at the Renegade show, Micah could definitely use a distraction.