[He gives a small smile and strokes the skull head, this time actually feeling the oddness of the cold bone under his fingers. Feeling marginally more confident that he's not about to get eaten, he gives it a final skritch behind where its ears would be and stands up, remembering that Michael is passed out on his couch.]
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[He gives a small smile and strokes the skull head, this time actually feeling the oddness of the cold bone under his fingers. Feeling marginally more confident that he's not about to get eaten, he gives it a final skritch behind where its ears would be and stands up, remembering that Michael is passed out on his couch.]
Is he okay?
[Please don't be dead on his couch.]