Michael peers at them curiously, then puts the charm back in his pocket.
When Wolfgang repeats their request that he stay, it almost makes him think about what it means. He tries not to. He tries not to think about how he’s never stayed overnight with another adult before, or all the ways he could screw up like he did when he was a child, or all the ways in which he’s not a child anymore. This is not a slumber party, it’s not crashing on someone’s couch. It’s not even napping in your boy/girl/?friend’s arms because you can’t stand up anymore.
But, “Okay,” he says again. The only direction he can seem to go with Wolfgang is forward.