Michael makes sure the lid is on the bottle before he puts it on the floor of the passenger side of the truck. “Get in,” he says, leaning against the frame of the truck and waiting to make sure Kyle actually does get in before he’d climb in as well. He doesn’t want Kyle to walk away from him, from whatever they’re trying to make here.

When he gets into the truck he’s quick to turn the engine on and what he’s doing is driving out to the ranch. He’s not supposed to be there but since when did Michael give a shit about things he’s not supposed to do.

“Look, I know I’m an asshole and whatever but I wasn’t trying to shut you down. But fuck, you’re kind of being clinical about this,” Michael said as he sped in the direction out of town.