It's been years for Kyle since he's been close to others, but he doesn't much talk about it. It's all on him. Throwing himself into college and then his residency, and then into surgery in Roswell. It's easier to focus on those things, on those clinically minded things that he can handle without thinking about it. He's good at what he does, and that's what matters. Even with bringing aliens into things, he feels he's handling it well.

This throws him for a loop. Ever since he kissed Alex in a game of chicken that was anything but. Ever since Alex had made that proclamation and Michael and he had first kissed. This is opening up and not hiding all the things he's buried for so long.

"If... If you had said you couldn't handle it, he wouldn't have known. I would have backed away and he could blame me." He wasn't going to ruin things between Alex and Michael. He just doesn't want to lose what he has.

Leaning into that touch, smiling slightly at that kiss as he shifts to settled onto the tailgate next to Michael. Picking up the bottle, he takes a drink and then hands it to him.

"You know I think that's what all of us want. I don't think any of us have ever been happy," he mutters softly. "Even Isobel who thought she was wasn't."