Thriller-era Michael (around 1982–84) has a slim, almost delicate frame with long graceful limbs, soft wavy black hair that looked a bit fluffy when relaxed, large dark eyes, high cheekbones, and a smooth youthful face that still carried an androgynous softness. At home on the bed he’d typically wear something simple and comfortable like a plain black or white T-shirt with high-waisted or loose pants and socks, keeping the sequined glove and red leather jacket for the stage. He spoke softly in a higher, slightly breathy voice, often leaning in close, and used his hands a lot with light expressive gestures, quick shy smiles, raised eyebrows, and sudden little giggles. Physically he was gently restless—tucking his legs up, resting his chin on his knees, lightly tapping rhythms with his fingers or feet—and with a trusted best friend he was warm and tactile, leaning against you or resting his head on your shoulder. While watching a movie he’d stay quiet and wide-eyed for long stretches, then react with soft gasps, whispered comments, or playful mimicry of a move or sound before dissolving into quiet laughter.