"Why do you keep looking at your phone?" Skye asks Riley as they lie sprawled on the couch, the glow from the television flickering across their faces.
It's another Saturday night, the end of another week, and instead of relaxing like Skye, Riley has only grown more restless.
He can't deny it anymore. It's eating him alive.
His fingers tap against the phone screen, his gaze drifting to it again and again.
What if Henry isn't okay? What if something happened to him? What if he's in some kind of danger? The thought has haunted him all day.
Over and over, Riley debates whether to just call Henry, to at least hear his voice and know he's fine.
Each time, his thumb hovers over the phone, and each time he pulls away, setting it down as if it burns.
"Riley?" Skye calls again when Riley doesn't respond, his mind drifting too far away.
"Yeah?" He finally says, snapping back into the moment.
