Darcy sat beside Micah with a soft sigh, dropping into the spot like someone finally letting their guard down after a long battle.
Micah turned his head, looking at him with a smile. "How did it go?" he asked, voice casual.
"Not bad," Darcy replied, a hidden glint in his voice.
Micah's smile widened, and he leaned back lazily. "Great. When the match starts, let's get the hell out of here."
Darcy nodded, shifting a little closer until their shoulders nearly touched. "Where do you want to go?"
Micah exhaled and let his head fall back against the sofa's edge. "Dorm. I need sleep. Tonight is gonna be tiresome."
Darcy tilted his head. "You won't go straight home?"
Micah scoffed, waving a hand in the air like he was brushing off a bad idea. "Are you kidding me? That place is like a minefield right now. One wrong move and you would set off a bomb named Mum!"
