That gets him to huff a small laugh through his nose, makes the corner of his mouth twitch. They’re starting to sound like him; it’s probably what Michael would say to them if things were the other way around.
His body has begun to feel better. There are no bright lights, he’s not overheated anymore, and Wolfgang’s heartbeat is in his ears. He might even be able to nap for a while without help; the week’s exhaustion has long since caught up with him. At least it doesn’t matter how long he sleeps tomorrow.
Maybe he’ll move all his things out of the tenement over the weekend. Maybe he’ll just stay here until the two of them find a place. One of his hands slides over Wolfgang’s, and he closes his eyes.