Clyde's car rolled smoothly onto the edge of campus, the engine quiet enough to blend into the hum of passing students and distant traffic. From the outside, it looked unremarkable, low-key, discreet, easily mistaken for any other vehicle passing through. Inside, however, Clyde sat stiffly in the back seat, his posture composed but his mind anything but calm.
He found himself wondering if he should go in at all. He clutched the phone in his hand. Impulse had brought him here; now rational thought was catching up. Even calling Micah was starting to feel like overstepping his boundaries. As if he needed to check on him, control him.
Anyone could see his behaviour was not normal. Clyde had been separated from Micah a few hours ago. He was supposed to be buried in work, not idle enough to show up here out of the blue.
