“Yeah,” Michael admits thoughtfully. “Even I noticed. This must be killing you.”
He sighs. Their last meeting stayed with him even more than their first one. He’d felt terrible afterward, yes—he still feels terrible about a lot of it now—but, once again, he’d learned too much to be able to regret it. It’s hard to know whether it helped or hurt that Wolfgang was so kind about it all, though if they’d been cruel he wouldn’t have believed any of it in the first place.
And nothing can erase how much Wolfgang knows about him. He thinks about it all the time: the fact that all the way across the city, there’s someone he doesn’t have any secrets from. The only person in the world.
“I’d ask if you wanna go somewhere, but you probably wanna stay here, huh. Candy and stuff. Although your chair is gone and I scared the kids away. Um.” It’s out of his mouth before he knows it.