This was way too delicate of a subject to stick my nose into. As much as I wanted to know, I had to let Clyde tell me on his own terms.
“Do you remember how to get back to the park?” he asked. “I don’t—I really don’t want to be there when he pulls up in that junker of his.”
“S-sure,” I replied. “Just gotta follow the blue path back, right?”
“You got it.” Clyde rolled his shoulders and stretched, seemingly getting ready to dive into a sprint.
Before he left, I made sure to place a hand on his shoulder, and his head slowly turned my way. “I want to be friends with the two of you,” I said softly. “I want that to be okay with you.”
Clyde was quiet for a moment, scrutinizing me with those golden-amber eyes of his. Then, he flashed a smirk, running a hand through his curly hair. “It’s
