Looking down at Serenity a strange calm settled over Michael, his own thoughts of being at the camp had gone from a wistfulness of the past, to anger and now rested on a satisfaction that he had done the right thing.  As the campers passed by them, eyes looking at the odd pair, while used to being the center of attention this was one time Michael felt annoyed by it.  Not for him, but for Serenity as he could see the eyes judging.  Judging her.  That was uncool.<br/><br/>A breath of fresh air from the trees brought him back and he smiled, taking her arm in his and smiling.  Let them think what they want, for the moment he could give everyone else something to talk about.  If anyone said anything to him about Serenity they'd get it all back, in fists.<br/><br/>"Well you know me and Callie, like oil and water," he sighed as they walked back.  Wondering if he could ever make up with her, the thoughts passed over him.  Michael wondered if it was tough to lose a friend, when you had already been cut out of their life was it that much worse?  No answer came to him as they walked along the cabins, the shadows playing over them as he remembered the camp being much bigger.<br/><br/>"I do hope I still get you, and you me," he stopped a moment, "I do wish someone would get me.  I've missed that."  Flashing Serenity a smile it would be nice to have someone to talk to again, someone who could call him out.  "The bonfire was corny, but I did like it.  Best time to scope out the babes you know," he told her with a wink she couldn't see but the elbow in his side told him she knew it was there regardless.