When they arrived at his street, Michael was legitimately exhausted. Breathing hard and fighting a thoroughly sore body, he knelt down and allowed Lily to step off.
“This…you run this every day?” Lily asked.
“Well,” Michael replied, heaving, “it’s easier when I’m on my own.”
“Gee. No wonder you’re so fast, Mac.”
Michael shrugged and looked towards his door. The sun was rising, and there was a possibility his mother was already up. As if sensing him, the door opened, and she stepped out in her pajamas.
“Michael!” she called.
“Hey mom,” Michael greeted in response, as apologetically as he could sound. He saw her eyes turn to Lily and make some very wrong math about her wearing his shirt. Michael decided it was best to ignore it. Best not to voice the misunderstanding, even if it’s to d
