Raising an eyebrow at the barely audible statement, Michael smiled softly. “Yeah...I can’t either.” It still felt like a dream. Like, at any moment, he would wake up still at that place in his room. It wouldn’t have been the first time he dreamt of freedom and what it might be like to finally see his brother again. Michael was still surprised than he hadn’t put a bullet in Theodore’s head, but he was glad he hadn’t.<br/><br/>Michael jumped when his brother snapped; his eyes darting around the room in preparation to escape if necessary. “I-I’m sorry. I just...” clearing his throat, eyeing Theodore with caution as the other apologized and spoke. Nodding, Michael made his way back into the living room; keeping a wide birth around the other until he sat down on the couch; giving his legs a break.<br/><br/>“It’s okay. Thank you for the food.” A cheeseburger did sound delightful. For Michael, it was comfort food. He’d always ask for cheeseburgers when given a choice, and the taste always made him think of home before everything went downhill. “Mom made good cheeseburgers, didn’t she? I don’t quite remember how she made them, but I remember loving them...especially when she put extra pickles between the two patties. There was always a mustard smiley face in the middle of a ketchup heart and...” he trailed off, casting his eyes down towards the ground. “It would be smudged but I always knew what shapes they were.”