Back in the car, the air felt a little suffocating. Arwen had just settled in beside Aiden, but she could already sense something was off. Her eyes darted to look at Aiden first, before moving to look at Emyr, who sat at the front, looking pitiful as if he had just taken a brief tour of hell.
"What's wrong?" she asked, her eyes lingering on Emry a moment before her gaze shifted back to Aiden.
Emyr glanced back at his boss and didn't know what should he say.
Arwen noted how tightly Aiden's fingers were gripping his phone, she could clearly see his knuckles turning white. She feared that if he held his phone like that a moment longer, the poor device might shatter into pieces. Reaching out, she gently held his hand before meeting his gaze. She felt him ease up a little; like her touch had effortlessly helped him calm down.
"What's wrong? What's bothering you?" she asked softly.
