It's been a long time since anything younger than him has huddled up to him for comfort. Though the hug is a foreign gesture, there's something nostalgic about it anyway. She won't have trouble pulling away whenever she chooses, but Michael won't be shooing her off before she does.

He lifts a hand and pats the back of her head, smoothing her hair down. The real question, he figures, is if they can keep any part of this reality from crumbling.

"Apart from a few people, there's nothing here I'd care to hold onto. Is there something you want to try and save?"

Michael's never been much for hanging onto illusions or material possessions. What he has here can be replaced. People like Wanda are what matter to him. If there is a part of this she wants to preserve, then he will help her try.