Micah leaned into Clyde's hug, the tightness in his chest slowly loosening, his taut nerves beginning to relax. His body trembled once, then eased as it his bones finally remembered how to rest.
Ah… nothing in the world could make him feel as safe, as content, as this. Clyde's arms were warm, firm, steady. It was his only sanctuary.
The memory of drowning still haunted him. He could almost feel the cold water dragging him down, the suffocating pressure closing around his lungs. The fear clung like invisible hands, clutching at his throat. He had tried to stay composed, to smile and pretend nothing had happened, but his mask cracked the moment Clyde said he had missed him.
