Wolfgang flinches and buries their head in their arms. They're trying, really trying, but every time they think about it their stomach clenches and they get goosebumps all over.
They don't want to. They don't know if that means now, or ever. They don't know how to reconcile not wanting to sleep with Michael — whether it's for now or forever — while still liking him. Maybe more than liking him. Probably more than that, actually. If you feel that way about someone, isn't it supposed to just... fix it?