That’s not what Michael wanted. That’s the opposite of what he wanted. A frantic, upset expression takes over his face as he approaches Wolfgang without hesitation now, dropping to his knees in front of them and letting go of the bag of burritos so carelessly it’s almost a disaster.
“Hey, hey, wait! Stop, wait, look, I’m sorry, I can leave. I shoulda checked first, I didn’t mean to do—whatever I did. It looked amazing and important, you should probably get back to it, right? Were you making that for someone? Shit, I just destroyed someone’s magical Lego cloud castle.” His hands fly into his hair, fretting and tugging, before he drags them down to scrub his face miserably. “That probably costs like a million dollars. Or I guess if it’s you, maybe like fifty dollars. That’s still a lot of burritos.”