Once Micheal had left the house he felt 500% more at ease, and judging by how the redhead next to him seemed to be breathing once again he assumed she was more at ease as well, yet she still dragged on her words, either this was a habit or she didn't know what to say. 
"Yeah," he said, 'yeah', a much more calming word that yes. When he was in the company of his aunt he tried to be as proper as he could possibly be, when he had first come to live with her he had acted very childish; mostly because he was still trying to regain normal conversation skills- And that seemed to make his aunt very upset, like that wasn't how he [i]used[/i] to be, and acting so different upset her he assumed.
It was so annoying to have to act like some proper gentlemen whenever he was with his aunt, he didn't want her to be upset, usually he wouldn't care- but she had taken him in when there was no one else. So, he felt indebted to her.

He wondered if he should add on where he had moved from, deciding that he probably should end the awkward silence he did, "I lived in Alaska with my parents before this." That was enough information he thought, knowing too much about him so early would probably freak her out, he didn't think people usually would blurt out 'I live with my aunt now because my parents are dead and I have amnesia so no one else wanted to take care of me', no, he didn't think he could even tell someone that if he knew them for years. The only people know knew were his aunt, him, and the state. 
And of course, those who had left him. 

"Oh...And I'm sorry about looking into your room the other day, I guess I wasn't really paying attention and I found myself looking without really meaning to." That was a good apology, right? He was so terrible with apologizing, usually he just yelled at people who pissed him off, but he wasn't pissed off (for once) so he didn't know [i]what[/i] to say. 
He was not good at talking to new people from what he gathered, when the moving men had asked him if he was excited about moving he had laughed nervously and nodded, they didn't try to talk to him much after that.
Such a shame to be so angry and so ready to yell, but too nervous to yell at anyone until you get used to them and then not want to yell at them. 
This was why he liked the internet better, there, he was so much more confident, and was able to rant and laugh at the people who called him a freak or tell him he was overreacting, on the internet you didn't have to see the anger in their eyes, or the sadness, as you yelled at them.