Chapter 261: Bickering at Breakfast
The clink of cutlery against ceramic plates echoed softly in the quiet kitchen. The air smelled of toasted bread and eggs, with steam rising gently from their bowls and cups.
They were eating breakfast in near silence, and the atmosphere seemed peaceful.
Then Clyde broke the quiet, his voice low and casual. "So, what’s on the agenda today?"
Micah, mid-spoonful, paused with his arm halfway to his mouth. He blinked once, then turned his head toward Darcy. "Am I still invited?" he asked, his tone more curious and teasing than concerned.
Darcy looked up from his bowl, his lips curling into a small smile. "Yeah," he said, voice filled with warmth. "Nora called last night because of that."
Micah turned toward Clyde, a hint of smugness in his eyes. "I am going to the hospital with Darcy. You are on your own."
Clyde raised an eyebrow and casually took a sip from his coffee mug. He knew Micah was getting back at him after he took Darcy’s side earlier. He gave Micah a slow once-over look. "With the clothes you are wearing?" he asked flatly, the corners of his lips twitching upward as he placed the mug back down.
Micah looked down at his wrinkled pyjamas and then at Darcy’s last night’s attire. "Didn’t Georgina send over clothes? You won’t be stingy and not let us wear them, right?" Micah asked with a smug grin, tilting his chin up.
Clyde chuckled. "What’s in it for me? You still didn’t pay me back for saving your sorry ass from that isolated hilltop all the way back here."
Darcy, quietly finishing the last bite of his breakfast, glanced between them. They were talking so casually, bickering, really, and he felt like a bystander intruding on something old and familiar. He lowered his spoon into the bowl with a click.
"Oh please," Micah scoffed, rolling his eyes. He leaned on the table with one elbow and flipped a strand of hair behind his ear. "You could’ve just ignored it. Thought of it as drunken nonsense. I’m sure we could’ve survived one night out in the wilderness. Hmmp!" He turned toward Darcy with a flourish. "Right?"
Darcy was caught off guard. He wasn’t expecting to be pulled into the conversation. Both Clyde and Micah were now staring at him, waiting to pick a side.