[That smile... That left him off guard for once. He had decided not long after arriving here to live how he knew best- alone. When he threw himself into the fight that cost him his life, Michael had come to terms with a lot of things. But waking up here... he couldn't help feel like it cheapened the feelings he gave his last breath to speak. Feelings that smile reminded him of.

He was oddly silent for a moment, reminding himself he didn't need to let people close. Flirting and dating was fun... friends too, and they could save your tail in a pinch... but getting too close was just inviting grief. Especially considering either one of them could simply be gone one day. He wouldn't put himself through losing someone close to him again.

...But no need for any drastic action, especially if it might put her feelings at stake.]

I suppose it's something like how a craftsman or artist feels, don't you think?

[Still smiling, inside he was reassuring himself that he could keep the status quo while that voice in the back of his head laughed.]

...And I also suppose we might want to find someplace else to talk... unless you've got to get home soon, of course.