Clyde glanced over. Micah sat on the couch, phone in hand, the light from the screen highlighted the frown on his face. His expression had turned solemn, the sparkle from earlier was gone. The corners of his mouth had flattened.
Clyde studied him for a moment longer, then quietly placed his laptop on the coffee table. He stood up and turned toward the kitchen.
"Do you want some sandwiches?" he asked, keeping his voice casual.
Micah blinked and looked up. His fingers loosened around the phone. "No. I ate too much…" he said, rubbing his stomach with his hand.
Clyde nodded thoughtfully. "What about dessert? I can make some egg custard."
"Really?" Micah's eyes lit up. His phone slipped to the cushion beside him as he straightened his back.
Clyde's lips curled slightly. "Yeah." He turned and walked into the kitchen.
