Michael waited until Lincoln was on his feet again, then moved over to him and laid a hand on his brother's shoulder.

"You're thinking...that's good." he replied. "But...if you're happy, that's important to me, too. I'll be the first to admit...I don't know much about this girl, but neither do you. She helped us get LJ, and that's a point in her favor. I just want to make sure you're not setting yourself up to get hurt."

He paused, grinning as he withdrew his hand, beckoning Lincoln along as they continued strolling towards the soda machines. "I only know one thing for certain, and only one thing right now. Watching you watch *her* in your shirt? It's the healthiest look in your eye I've seen since we were teenagers."