Ryley's weak, unsteady voice pulled him back.
Clyde looked at him.
Those brown eyes were still cloudy, their usual warmth buried beneath exhaustion, yet the moment their gazes met, an icy shiver ran through him.
That look....
His blue eyes slowly widened when a sudden, crushing sense of déjà vu seized him, dragging him back through the years to another place.
Somewhere inside the private jet, the suffocating silence inside its cabin, and Ryley standing before him after finding out his affair with Mervyn.
The same wounded eyes...
Clyde's fingers tightened around Ryley's hand.
Now the same unbearable fear that he had already broken something precious beyond repair crawled back to him, worming its way through his trembling heart.
"No…" The word slipped from his lips almost soundlessly.
