Chapter 216: We Are Both Cowards
Micah dropped onto a low sofa in the corner of the room, letting out a dramatic sigh as he stretched his legs. "Man, why didn’t you tell those guys off?" he grumbled, glancing sideways.
Darcy sat beside him. His expression was the same as always, calm and unreadable. Without answering right away, he reached into his bag and pulled out a small thermos. Steam curled up as he unscrewed the top. He poured the tea into a cup.
"I didn’t want to ruin the mood before the final," Darcy said with a calm tone.
"You are too considerate. People are gonna walk all over you," Micah complained, his voice tinged with helplessness.
Darcy handed him the tea with a low chuckle. "Well. I have you, don’t I?"
Micah blinked, caught off guard. His hand holding the cup hovered mid-air. Then a wide grin spread across his face as he puffed out his chest and thumped it with one hand, feeling proud. "Damn right. This big brother is not gonna let anyone take advantage of you!"
Darcy’s lips twitched, eyes gleaming with amusement. "Why are you so sure you are older than me?"
Micah choked on his tea and coughed violently, slapping his chest. "What?"
Darcy tilted his head, eyes calm but playful. "Isn’t today your birthday? Do you know when mine is?"
Micah’s smile vanished. His grip on the cup tightened just slightly. His throat suddenly felt dry. Crap. Crap. Crap.
His face turned pale. Darcy had messaged him right after midnight last night. A sweet, quiet birthday wish. And Micah...couldn’t even return it. He wanted to... but he was scared.