After finishing the late lunch, Micah squirmed in his seat, fidgeting with the hem of his sleeve as he avoided Clyde's gaze. The plate in front of him was empty now, but Clyde had not moved. He shifted again, unsure what to say to the man sitting across from him.
He just wanted to bolt from Clyde's place, toss out an awkward thank you at the man, and be done with it.
But he knew better. Clyde would never let him go without teasing him, poking at him first. It was always like this, Clyde getting under his skin.
"Can I go back to my dorm now?" Micah asked with a sharp edge in his voice, trying to look annoyed instead of awkward.
Clyde straightened up in his chair, raising a brow. "You say that as if I've gotten you tied up to a chair and taken you hostage."
"Isn't it basically that?" Micah muttered, rolling his eyes.
Clyde gave a short laugh. "Of course not. The door will open with a passcode."
"Huh? How does it work? Even if I want to go out? Not just come in?"
