Clyde slid an arm under Micah's back and another under his knees, lifting him gently. Micah stirred but didn't wake.
Clyde tightened his hold, savouring the warmth of his body. Then he carried Micah to the bedroom, laying him down on the bed with care. He removed his shoes, pulled up the blanket, and tucked him in.
He watched the boy's chest rise and fall, his face flushed. The tension in Clyde's chest eased slightly. Micah was well and alive.
A soft click drew his attention. Darcy had returned, holding two glasses of honey lemon water. He placed them on a nightstand without a word.
Clyde looked at him, noticing his lingering in the room. Darcy only glanced at Micah, then at him. He opened his mouth, hesitated. And then closed it again.
"I'll be in the guest room," Darcy finally muttered. He turned and walked out, shutting the door behind himself.
