Third Person P.O.V.
The tension in Matt’s office was thick, tangible, like a blanket of fog no one could breathe through. Caleb sat at the edge of the couch, drumming his fingers on his knees, while Matt leaned against his desk, arms crossed. Ryan stood by the window, half-shielded in shadow, staring out into the deepening night.
The silence between them had been growing steadily, stretching with every tick of the wall clock.
Finally, Caleb stood up with a casual shrug. “Alright, I’m calling it a night. I’m tired.”
Ryan turned, sharp and alert. “Now?”
Caleb gave a lazy smile. “Yeah. What, you need me to tuck you in too?”
Matt didn’t move. “It’s early.”
“Exactly,” Caleb replied, stretching his arms. “Which means I’ll get a head start on sleep. Brand-new day tomorrow, right?”
Ryan na
