Clyde and Micah sat in the car in complete silence.
Micah still felt drained from the earlier episode, tugging at the edge of Clyde's coat every now and then.
Clyde stared straight ahead. Every so often, his eyes flickered toward Micah, checking him to see if he was okay or not. His mouth opened once, then closed again, the words not coming.
That hug… he hadn't planned it. It had just happened. But there was no denying what it had meant to him. Everything he had been feeling, all the panic, the protectiveness, the fear of losing Micah, had burst out in that one moment. He had wrapped his arms around Micah like a lifeline.
And now, he didn't know how Micah had taken it.
Would he think he had overstepped the line? Breaking the boundary between them? The hug…
Clyde looked at his hands. That hug had held all his feelings for Micah, his heart, laid bare.
