Imagine going to a concert with Michael where you guys are kind of acquainted but not really friends; and you're standing on your tiptoes trying to see the band over the masses of heads in your way but you're just not tall enough and you're just a bit too far. you lay your hand gingerly on Michael's shoulder to try to gain a better vantage point, hoping he won't notice, but he turns to you and frowns slightly, before moving in front of you. at first you can't help but be offended, but then he ducks down a bit and positions his hands near the base of his back as if to carry you, and turns back towards you, eyes crinkling a bit at the corners as he smiles, before mouthing, "hop on."
