~I've tried to approach you nicely, but it seems you like it the hard way, so whatever happens from now don't say it came without a warning.~
Riley stares at the message, his throat drying up, the words scraping against the back of it like sand. His fingers grip the phone tighter, the surface of the screen pressing cool against his palm.
"What's wrong?" Henry asks, his brows knitted, the crease between them pulling his expression into focus.
The look on Riley's face makes Henry forget entirely that he's driving, as if the steering wheel could wait while the weight of Riley's unease takes center stage.
Riley doesn't say anything immediately. The pause stretches, tense, until Henry slides the car to the side of the road.
He cuts the engine, the sudden silence making the car feel smaller, more intimate. "Riley?" He calls, already moving toward him, a hand reaching for reassurance that he can't put into words.
