He looks up at her and pauses. His gaze searches her. It’s clear how honest she’s being—it’s always clear—but her perpetual honesty only means that despite Michael’s innocence, there is still something wrong here. Something must be done. Michael has no concept of what that something could be, and that worries him, and he stares at her like the answer is floating somewhere deep in the backs of her eyes, back in the darkest, blackest parts.
“I’ll go anywhere, you know,” he says after a while. “I will.”