[ Ganymede is almost too distracted, thoughts floating back to the past that he is a bit out of it even while still in constant moving, to the point that a brief squeeze is certainly a little surprising all on its own. But he doesn't stumble or jump, just there is a small jerk of his head upwards to look at Michel again properly, not finding the gesture unwelcome judging by the fact he doesn't pull away.

That he simply continues to hold on. ]

Yes, it'd be either one of those two prospects.

[ Or a third, his own mind (un)helpfully supplies. But Ganymede knows he has lied to himself before, though pretending now is a little harder at the moment. Still, his expression softens at hearing the man's words. It's a bit comforting to hear that Michel might. No...he would do something like that. ]

Would you? I suppose I should let you know about my schedule. I think I have a big show coming up soon. I wouldn't want to worry you when I can avoid that.