Michael closed both the lid of his laptop and his book - what? Fuck you, the internets were being boring, so he was reading, nothing the fuck wrong with that - and rolled over, hanging his head upside-down off the side of the bed so he could see the door. "Hey - " Tiny pause where he didn't say 'babe.' "Liz."
He rolled himself to his feet and went to greet her. Y'know, he was surprisingly un-freaked-the-fuck-out over this. He'd been surprisingly un-freaking-out about shit generally the past few days or weeks or whatever. Pretty chill. He was not gonna listen to any of his teammates' opinions on why. They were just bitches.