Micah sat propped against the bed frame, phone loose in one hand as he scrolled through the bright, endless scroll of social media, checking updates on Leo. Sunday evening, he had a meeting with that black fan, Leo's manager's ex-girlfriend. Earlier, he had used the selfie camera and was shocked by his looks. But then he thought some sunglasses and a mask would do the job. And his family… he had to convince them somehow to let him go out, ugh! That would be a pain in the ass.
Darcy closed the door behind him with a soft click. He moved across the room, carrying the folded blanket. He laid the blanket across the pull-out couch with practised motion.
"Why did you take so long?" Micah complained without looking up.
Darcy's lips curved slightly. The boy was back to himself, or at least back to his familiar grumpiness. "I was talking to him."
"Who?" Micah lifted his head before his expression twisted. "Is he outside?"
