Michael leaned in to brush a kiss over Alex's lips before shifting back and wrapping his good hand around Alex's more firmly. "Okay. So. Back to town..."

Even though he was reluctant to leave the cave, even for that. But the sooner his hand was fixed and they dealt with this part of it, the better they could think about the future. He just had to figure out what he was going to tell Max. Not that he'd told Alex, surely; at least, not right away. Max would have a fit, might not fix his hand just to punish him or something. (Not that Max had ever punished him, but it was an automatic thought and reflex).

His smile was a little crooked as he led Alex back out and answered his question. "At the junkyard."