Noah felt Michael looked and acted unusually tired. Just from when he tried to take the initiative with him. It was as if he was exhausted.
"Michael," he called after walking up to him as he changed his clothes. He dropped his hand on his shoulder, and Michael peered over his shoulder.
"What is it?"
"Are you okay?" He asked, and Michael turned around.
"Why? I'm fine, though." Michael answered, but his tone was rather lazy than lax, as it should be.
"You must be tired." Noah said, but Michael shook his head.
"A little walk will help clear my mind." He said and put on his coat. "I'll be back soon, so don't worry."
Noah walked him to the door and asked him once more,
"Are you sure you can't just stay home? I'll go get the vegetables while you rest." Noah asked, but Michael shook his head.
"No, it's fine. I want to walk. The night must be cold, but I'm not that weak that I'll catch a cold so easily. And unlike me, you're a target."
