Micah had turned around to fiddle with a nearby leaf on the ground when he heard the door open. Straightening up, he looked over at his childhood friend and gave a nervous smile. Alver looked as neat as ever and it seemed that Luke hadn't killed him during their time together, so that was a plus.

Eh... The food, maybe it wasn't the right time to bring up the full Tupperware in his bag... Of course, that's when he moved to slip the bag to his upper shoulder and the Tupperware dropped like an anchor. Mikaela hurried to scoop it up before the Albino could see, but that was obviously a fool's errand. 

Following Alver's directions, the blonde slipped off his shoes, smiling gratefully, but still a little sheepishly at his friend. A bath sounded wonderful and he let out a huge sigh of relief. Micah was about to brush the moosey bangs in front of his face when Alver did it for him. The blonde stood still, sort of in a daze from being pampered and also a little embarrassed. He- He didn't look that bad, did he?

Micah was suddenly turned around and pushed towards a bathroom, which he tried his best to offer a weird of thanks, but couldn't get the words out. Instead, he hurried over to the bathroom door, slightly tripping before pulling himself up with the handle. Micah quickly went inside and closed the door behind himself.

And... Another sigh of relief. That had been too awkward, he hadn't been able to say anything thankful at all! The blonde leaned against the bathroom door cursing at himself before checking out the rest of the bathroom he was in. How did this stuff even work?