"It doesn't mean they didn't let you pass out and then end whatever experiment they were running," Michael said. "Or they're suppressing memories somehow then spoon-feeding them back whenever they want. You've been here longer, I get it. I'm not trying to say I know better, since I don't know anything about this hellhole. But it's just hard for me to accept anything in this place at face value, I guess. Last I knew, you were dating Forest. I get here and you grab me and kiss me." He shrugged uncomfortably. "You don't have to have that much insight into me to know that if you wanted to feed me something I'd want, that would be the way to do it."

Being experimented on was something Michael's spent a hell of a lot of time thinking about. It's not shocking that it's right where his brain goes.

His lips twisted into the cynical little smile that wasn't much like Michael's real smile. "Hard to be exclusive in a place that wants you to screw everyone you meet." He didn't ask if the person had been him. Michael wasn't sure which was worse - if it was, or it wasn't. "He's kind of an obnoxiously overcompensatingly decent guy these days, so I get it." And good looking, and stable and not an alien who lived in a trailer and had trouble follow him everywhere he went. Yeah, Michael got it.