"You look spent," Wyatt observed with concern. His instinct was to shuffle Micah back to his apartment and take care of him. What a strange urge, he thought to himself. He wanted to tuck him into bed and crawl in next to him, protect him...it was evolutionary, of course. Wyatt just never thought that he'd be feeling like that about someone.
He twirled his pencil in his hand and then reached down into his desk drawer to pull out his notebook where he kept information about Micah. He'd shown it to him, not wanting him to think he was hiding his neurosis from him. He just liked keeping notes about people, especially people as fascinating as Micah.
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