Greyson Leo stilled. He set the guitar aside and turned around.
The moment he saw them, his shoulders tensed.
"M-Mr. Ryley…" he murmured, eyes dropping immediately, shame written all over his face. Then he glanced at Clyde—just for a second—before bowing his head even lower.
"I… I'm sorry for everything that happened," he said, voice trembling. "I—I sincerely apologize… for all the horrible things I've done to you."
Ryley rolled his lips inward, his gaze softening with sympathy.
"Likewise, Mr. Leo," he said gently. "I'm sure neither of us ever wanted any of that to happen." His lips curved into a faint, careful smile. "H-how are you?"
"Well…" Leo hesitated, casting a brief glance at Clyde before answering. "I'm doing much better now. Thank you." He paused. "And you?"
"I'm fine too, thanks," Ryley replied.
"G-glad to hear that," Leo said, letting out a shaky breath.
A small silence fell between them.
