Michael knows Wolfgang apologizes like it’s a reflex, will apologize for anything (or for no conceivable reason at all) given the opportunity, but it throws him now. This was so obviously his fault. He has no manners and he’s an idiot. Why do they look like they were caught doing something shameful? Was there something weird going on there that Michael couldn’t see?
The idea of touching them—and of being touched—is still strange and confusing and makes him anxious, but he finds his hands already hovering in the air, held before Wolfgang’s shoulders like his friend is a fireplace and he’s trying to warm up without getting too close. His fingers curl shut and then open again as he gets himself to close the distance between their two bodies and take hold of Wolfgang—first their shoulders, then sliding down to their arms. The touch is careful, ginger, his trepidation palpable in it. What is he trying to do, calm them down? How does that work? He’s not calmed down.
“Are you okay? You're okay, right?” There's nothing sweet or reassuring in his voice. It's all high-strung nervousness and worry.