Steve strolling down the street, checking his reflection in a nearby window. He knocks on the door, revealing the now mature-looking Michael Wheeler who looked insanely tired, clearly hasn’t slept for days. In the span of two seconds Mike yells:
“Shh!” Steve whispered.
“I came to see you.”
Mike’s face lit up, shrugged slightly and let him into the house; a reaction people haven’t seen from him in weeks.