Chapter 255: The Man, The Boy, and The Drunk
Clyde finally managed to peel Micah off, gently set him into the backseat, right beside Darcy. It took effort. Micah clung to him like a sleepy toddler, mumbling nonsense into his shirt, arms hooked around his neck with surprising strength for someone so intoxicated.
"Micah, let go. You’ll be more comfortable in the back," Clyde coaxed, easing his grip and lowering him into the seat.
"Nooo, you smell so nice," Micah whined, blinking up at him.
Clyde pressed his lips together, gently guiding Micah’s legs into the car. As soon as his body hit the leather seat, Micah, the troublemaker, flopped onto Darcy, seemingly forgetting he was even there. "So warm," Micah mumbled, nuzzling his cheek into Darcy’s shoulder like a sleepy cat seeking warmth.
Darcy tensed. His whole body stiffened at the contact. He glanced sideways and checked the man’s reaction.
Clyde just let out a sigh and closed the door with a soft click. He circled around to the front and slid into the driver’s seat.
"Have you fastened your seatbelt?" Clyde asked, glancing at Darcy through the rearview mirror. His tone was even, no hint of contempt or anger.
Darcy gave a small nod, feeling like the man was treating him like a child.
Clyde turned the engine on. "What about Micah?"
Darcy opened his mouth to say he had done it, but just then, a loud click echoed in the backseat. Micah had triggered the belt lock. The car seatbelt alarm went off.
"Wha..what’s this?" Micah slurred, staring at the belt across his chest in confusion. "Are you trying to tie me down?"
Darcy sighed heavily. Of course. He had forgotten just how difficult Micah could be when he was drunk.