Michael tilted his head as he regarded Mandy. Was it his imagination of did she seem like she was upset by something for just a moment? He pushed that to the back of his mind for now though when Mandy stood and offered him her hand. He scoffed and eyed her, frowning and tsking again. "Wasn't I supposed to do something like that?" Still that didn't stop him from taking her hand and using it to help steady him as he got to his feet. Absently he brushed the dirt off of himself before glancing toward the pitch again. "Yeah, mines in the shed too. The rentals aren't reliable at all. Plus they work like shite."
Grinning he reached out and grasped the same hand that had helped him up and started to pull her along to the pitch. If it was odd that the two of them seemed to be touching an awful lot this trip to the pitch Michael didn't seem to notice or mind. "I don't think we do this nearly enough. Maybe we should make plans to do this on a regular basis, you and me."