Micah stood where he was, gaze following Darcy until he disappeared around the corner. His brows drew tight, thoughtful. Darcy seemed… weighed down. Not just tired. There was something pressing on him, shadows that belonged to something more than pulling off just a few sleepless nights. Maybe Clyde's words had affected him deeper than Micah realised. Being blamed for things that weren't his fault, thinking he had put his friend in danger…It surely had taken a toll on Darcy.
Micah didn't want that. He didn't want Darcy crumbling under burdens that weren't his to bear. He wanted him to be carefree. More youthful. Laughing about small things. Going out, dating like other university students. Not drowning in obligation.
So an idea occurred to him. What if he matched Darcy with that silly girl? But then he noticed something.
