When they arrived at Flora's apartment building, the trio walked inside. The elevator doors slid open with a soft mechanical sigh, and Micah stepped in carefully, favoring his injured ankle. Still a flicker of pain passed across his face. He paused, glancing down at the swelling beneath the brace, then lifted his eyes toward the tall, masked man standing beside him.
Clyde's posture was straight, hands tucked loosely into the pockets of his coat, but his gaze was fixed entirely on Micah, as if ready to catch him the second he stumbled.
Micah's shoulders sank, the fight draining out of him. His fingers curled around the coat, and he exhaled slowly. "Sorry, we can't come in. With his cold and my ankle like this…" he said, voice softer than usual, tinged with reluctance. "Do you think your mum would be upset?"
