Michael glanced at his hand, because he knew that was what Alex was fixating on. Shaking his head, he took a step toward him. "It's fine, Alex." It wasn't. But Michael wasn't going to make a big deal out of it. He could always have Max fix it for him, later. Maybe. Probably not. Because if he let Max fix it, he'd have to explain why it was all better.
No, what he really needed was some acetone. He didn't think chugging a bottle of nail polish remover would go over well, though. "I just need to get it set. It'll be okay." He really didn't want Alex freaking out over it. It was bad enough his father had done it, Michael just wanted to forget about it.