— oh, dear. That's not — Wolfgang opens their mouth, then closes it. They put their fidgety hand on the table (no ring), fingers curling and uncurling. They're more accustomed to dissembling than Michael is, but they're not talkative under their best circumstances and diffusing situations is also not within their skill set. They have no idea what's gotten into Michael, who normally talks enough for the both of them. They've never seen him so distant.
“It's, ah, it's funny, actually — when I come to this country I have nothing but the clothes on my back. It's very hard, you know, um — all this snow, and no one wants to hire you if you don't speak English so good. Michael was the first person in New York who was very kind to me.”