Wolfgang stands, tucking their hair behind their ears, and they're standing because he is standing but that was a bad idea because now they're a million feet over him and they feel like they have weird Betty Spaghetti limbs and why did they have to be born so tall. They should have stayed sitting.
They follow him to the door, although Michael going through doors is a formality. He could drop through the floor or something. “I had a good time,” they say. “I'll text you.”