Clyde rested his hand lightly upon Micah's shoulder, his fingers pressing down just enough to make his presence known. His gaze lingered on Micah's face for a brief moment before he spoke, his tone calm and measured.
"I need to head out for a meeting," Clyde said, his voice low but clear. "Breakfast should be here soon."
As he spoke, he lifted his wrist and glanced at his watch, the faint ticking almost audible in the quiet room. His brows furrowed ever so slightly, as though calculating time down to the minute.
"I will return around lunch," he continued, shifting his attention back to Micah. His eyes narrowed just a fraction, a subtle reminder of something unspoken yet very much expected. "You did not forget our promise, right?"
Micah, however, was far from present in that moment.
