Michael comes to a decision: he's stepping out for a bit. On his way out, he is accosted by Andy, who outlines his plan for their weekend. Which would be pretty creepy, even if it didn't include a nap at Andy's place. "No. I don't want to do any of that," Michael says coldly. He tells Andy to stop it before he drives him crazy. Must be nice to be the boss, and be able to say that to people. As opposed to not being able to say it to the boss, like we've been watching Ryan do for the past two years. Even Andy can't keep sucking up in the face of Michael's rejection. "Sorry I annoyed you with my friendship," he snits. You know what Andy needs right now to cheer him up? An a capella version of "Rockin' Robin." Good d thing Jim's on his phone right now, calling down those sweet, sweet, tweet-tweeting harmonies down from on high. Andy turns to the bullpen and freaks out on everyone, and finally turns and puts his fist right through the wall between Michael's office door and the one to the conference room. Jim wisely hangs up his phone. "That was an overreaction," Andy says to the shocked room, and announces that he's off to the break room if anybody wants anything. For once, Michael leaves without saying a word.
And goes straight to Staples, where he has an awkward reunion with Dwight over a symbolically giant pyramid of Staples copy paper. Michael tells Dwight what Angela told him, and Dwight is kind of amazed for a moment that Angela outed them. But Michael adds, "If you were willing to do something like that for some random coworker, then clearly I misjudged you from the beginning. And I apologize." Suddenly the paper isn't between them anymore, as Michael asks Dwight to come back. Dwight doesn't want to do Michael's laundry any more. "We can talk about that," Michael says cagily. Good enough for Dwight, who strips off his red shirt and walks out with Michael. Luckily, he was wearing a t-shirt under it this time. You know what a crap shoot that can be.