Being touched by Michael feels strangely alien, and Wolfgang feels like it shouldn't. They're dating. They've been dating, oh, a week or so, and they've kissed several times since the first time, but they hardly ever touch each other outside of that.
They think about it a lot, though.
Wolfgang nods slowly. They look at his hands, but they don't say anything about it. “Uh huh.” Yeah, they're not going to die. They can survive being embarrassed, it happens every day.
“I...” How do they explain? Wolfgang is terrible with words under ordinary circumstances, trying to explain under duress is like asking them to juggle while lion-taming.
“No one was supposed to...” Supposed to see this, evidently, given how Wolfgang keeps trying to gather up those tiny Lego bricks and hide them somewhere. They won't look Michael in the face.