Michael hadn't heard that level of pain in a while. It actually warmed his black Eternal heart a little, until he remembered that it wasn't supposed to, anymore. His hand twitched with the muscle memory of writing "humans = good" on a blackboard thousands of times under Chidi's stern tutelage, and he headed toward the sound. By the time he'd found it, he was fully convinced that concern was the way to go. He had to be better, after all, it was the only way to help ... well, everyone. He'd had to retool his personal manifesto a little since arriving (and that had meant a few days curled up in his new living space in a bright red hoodie with yellow accents and a black hood from the Emporium, with the hood up and the strings pulled tight while he sulked it out).

"Hey, there, little guy," he said, putting on his most gentle tone and smile, squatting down next to Kohaku. Michael reached into his coat and took out a pocket square that matched his impeccable bow tie, holding it out in offering. "What's the matter?"