Next I knew, he was gone, and I was sitting in my car in the parking lot at Mitch's. Listening to the end of The Mayer's Split Screen Sadness with my eyes closed, and pondering the almost pointless, absurd, unusual, awkward shortness of Michael's surprise visit. I mean, maybe he really did care and was just coming over to see if we (he and I) were okay. Or maybe he wanted to tell me something. Or ask me something. Or.... something.

I should have invited him to breakfast with us.