Their vexation keeps Michael from moving for a few moments—he’s hypnotized by the sensation of double vision, of someone else discovering themself inside him. This, finally, is something he could stand to experience a little longer. But it has to end. They’re still calling for him, and he needs to answer.
Just like they—he—someone had wanted, he slowly lies down with them, putting an arm around them and weaving his fingers into their hair. It’s a bizarre feeling; a distant echo of his touch is mirrored on his own body, and he feels much too small. With barely a thought, the shadow of the cloak flows over both of them, covering the edges of the cloud like a blanket.