Crossing his legs too, Michael managed to perfect the look of a pouting child. Not that he ever wanted that pointed out to him. But he really did know how to make it clear that he was not happy. Nope. He was very annoyed.

Just annoyed though. Because he didn't get hurt. That was for girls.

Sitting up straighter, he glared at him while he waited. Apparently he wasn't talking to him yet.