Michael didn't answer, but the younger man saw him adjust his grip on his knife after a pause. That was all the answer he needed, anyways, as he turned back to the generator on the second story of the house. "Let m(more)e know when you're gonna pay me a visit," he called back down. It was just him and Michael left. Meg had found a key and gotten out with Laurie and Feng, leaving Quentin to finish repairing the last two generators and escape on his own.
"When I finish, can you let me get down-oh," Quentin said. He glanced back to the ground only to see Michael had disappeared without him realizing.
Suddenly nervous, Quentin let his hands fall still as he strained his ears. He couldn't hear anything besides his breathing, so after a second he nodded once to himself as he continued working on the last generator he needed.
He cheered to himself when the generator sparked to life and the two escape entrances were glowed in a bright orange light for a few seconds.
Quentin jumped from the second story floor to the ground, only slightly stunned as he began to sprint. Where was Michael? Surely he hadn't gone off far-
Quentin yelped as he was suddenly grabbed by the back of his shirt. Of course. As if Michael could ever take his eyes off him.
"You're smitten," Quentin said, as Michael hoisted him over his shoulder and began to make his way to the basement.
Once hooked and done screaming, Quentin simply stared back at him. Michael lifted his mask just a few inches. The ghost of a smile crossed his lips.
"I enjoy it."
He was talking about the view-both looking up at Quentin, and now looking down.(less)