Michael just snorts because he guess it kind of makes sense for Kyle or whatever. He would do something ridiculous like that. Michael probably could be convinced to go, maybe. It'd probably take a lot of convincing.

He's quiet as Kyle talks, leaning back just a little and looking up at the sky. He always felt a little better out here. It still fucking messed him up that he'd basically been kicked off this land. And he's not supposed to be here now which who knows for sure if Kyle even realizes they're technically probably breaking about 10 federal laws at the moment.

"People aren't black and white, Valenti. They're fucking shades of grey. Your dad wasn't the same kind of monster that Jesse Manes was and that should count for something. Sorry he wasn't perfect but he did give a shit about you. Don't lose that."