Michael watches Wolfgang change, hypnotized. He doesn’t know what costumes the kids are wearing or what brand the candy is or whether they’re with moms or dads, all he can look at is Wolfgang. That smile. It’s amazing. It makes Michael dizzy. He’s never seen anyone look like that before. What the hell.
He’s still staring once everyone's left, cheeks warm, expression entirely different than it was a couple minutes ago—confused and entranced.
“You're good with them, you're good with kids,” he says, obviously distracted.