Micah leaned over the sink and splashed cool water onto his face. Droplets slid down his cheeks and dripped from his chin. The water stung his flushed skin, but the heat inside him didn't vanish.
This was normal. Just a normal physical reaction. He told himself.
He tried to convince himself, though his heart refused to slow. As if desperate, he bent forward and shoved his whole head beneath the running faucet. Cold water rushed over his scalp, his hair plastering flat against his skull. He gasped at the shock, holding himself there for several seconds before finally yanking back up, panting.
He took deep breaths and felt he could finally face Clyde again.
He brushed his silver white hair back and left the bathroom.
Clyde was standing in the middle of the room, looking at his phone.
Micah hesitated in the doorway. He lifted his hand and scratched the back of his neck nervously, feeling awkward after staying in the bathroom for who knows how long.
