Micah pressed the heel of his foot on the ground, making the chair rock underneath him.
Silas showing warmth and care… what would that even look like?
It would be restrained, something he wouldn't want to show too openly, but not awkward either.
Like the time he stopped when he saw him flinch…
Micah straightened his chair. Shit!
He was really stupid!
Micah slapped his forehead hard enough for the sound to echo faintly in the quiet rehearsal room. His fingers stayed pressed against his temple for a moment as he groaned under his breath. "Idiot," he muttered. "How did I not see it before?"
That night at Silas's apartment, when he stepped close to grab the stereoscope, Micah had flinched instinctively, disgusted and terrified by what he thought the man might do. But Silas, instead of ignoring his reaction, had stopped, even bothered to explain what he was doing.
That bastard had cared enough to explain! To stop!
