<div class="floatleft">(http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv145/JanaelleWoW/Other/tumblr_m9yzwaztkm1rdkypqo1_400.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Michael Sandalphon<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Outside Jack's Apartment<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>: Same as in the picture, sunglasses on<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: Billy, Chrissa, Madelyn, Jack, Elizabeth, Vivian, Tristyn<br/><br/>Michael's face turned towards Jack as the biker spoke and he smiled, the last words he spoke being just what he had hoped to hear. When the girls got to know him, they'd understand that they would be safe just because of him. The fact that he could cook also warmed him as little things like that kept slipping his mind. The last year had given him a crash course on how to take care of himself, but they wouldn't exactly have a microwave around.<br/><br/>Elena was up next and Michael's smile softened. Okay, so he had a crush on the girl, not that he'd ever do anything about it. She was with Jack and they were perfect together; he'd seen it, he knew it, but his emotions didn't want to heed his brain. Unfortunately, it looked like there would be little to not time for explanations as Dean made his first choice and, like Jack had predicted, it wasn't for the light. The blonde's face turned towards the camera, then away again. There were too many choices about to be made so he couldn't see a clear path, so Michael remained silent as Dean started taking apart the cars. It made him very uncomfortable to interfere where there could be so many outcomes.<br/><br/>Tristyn brought his attention back to the group and he let out a light sigh, but there wasn't much one could do to conquer people's insecurities with a few sentences. Next was Madelyn and Michael smiled once again, brightly, as she spoke. It was just what he'd been asking for and she was turning out to be far more than he had expected. Shaking his head at her walking dead question, he felt the smile fade as she spoke of her grief, but she was right about them needing to keep going. There would be time for grief, but it wasn't now. Then she recited her sonnet and he was forced to take a breath. That's what he knew he needed to be, like stone, because he couldn't force the others to decide who they saved and who they left behind. It was up to him to choose the hard ways, the ways that lead to hope, even if girls like the freshman cheerleaders would suffer for it. Exhaling, Michael wondered if God would forgive him.<br/><br/>Madelyn cut off her question, so Chrissa was next to speak. She paused and he realized how difficult should would be to reach, to make feel at home here, but they needed her. The practical way she spoke proved it and Michael nodded to her in agreement, though he wasn't sure when he'd get to tell them about their next destination thanks to Dean.<br/><br/>Elizabeth spoke up next and brightened the mood and he couldn't help but laugh, though Michael realized she might think he was laughing<em>at</em>her and quickly stifled it. It was just hard for him to be unhappy with her around - well, as long as he wasn't paralyzed with fear over eminent death, anyways. Already she was proving to be a rock for some, even if her presence did come with a little drama.<br/><br/>Next up was Billy and Michael found himself staring at his feet and blushing. All he could do was hope that he could live up to those expectations. That and hope no one would be mad at him for saying nothing as Dean broke all their cars.<br/><br/>Turning towards Vivian, he gave her an encouraging smile that faltered as she stopped speaking. Thankfully Elizabeth took up for her, but left out the real reason she was here. Michael opened his mouth to mention her first aid skills, but shut it quickly and turned towards the door just before the shouting started. Then he let out a soft sigh and, as the shouting stopped, pointed towards the camera without looking at it again.<br/><br/><strong>"We're being watched,"</strong>Michael said simply,<strong>"and the cars have been disabled, though I doubt it's nothing Elena can't handle."</strong>