Clyde watched as Micah's face flushed with anger, frustration shimmering beneath the surface. Yet, he didn't think much of it, assuming it was one of his weird thought processes he could hardly fathom.
He sighed softly and reached out. Tentatively, he touched Micah's cheek. "Are you alright? He didn't hurt you, did he?"
Micah puffed out his cheek, exhaling sharply before plopping down on the chair beside the bed. "No…" he mumbled. "He didn't even realise I was a man. Tsk. He was delusional. Kept spouting nonsense. He tried to ask me about you and my online account. Then shoved a phone at me and let me go."
Clyde's fingers slid through his hair gently, caressing his head. "Good… I was terrified when you disappeared." His voice was heavy with guilt. "Sorry. I should have been more alert. You told me they were crazy, but to this extent… I underestimated them."
