Clyde didn't need to be told twice. He strode in, his presence filling the space, and for a moment, Ryley wondered if this had been a mistake.
But that thought faded as they settled into their seats, the glow of the city stretching out before them like a sea of stars.
The moment should have been heavy, weighted with the ghosts of their past, but somehow, it felt oddly... normal.
Ryley returned with the wine and a single glass, setting them down before settling into his own seat.
Clyde cocked a brow at the sight. "Only one glass?" he mused, smirking. "I don't mind sharing." His tone dipped into something playful, a teasing lilt he knew would get a reaction.
The blond merely chuckled, uncorking the bottle and pouring himself a generous amount. "Who said I was sharing?"
Then, without a word, he slid something across the table— a small can of banana milk.
Clyde stared at it. Blinked. Then scoffed, his expression caught between disbelief and amusement.
