"No… that's not what you meant to say in the first place, is it?" Clyde replied, scoffing as he pushed himself up from his chair, not giving Vincent any room to answer.
He walked straight toward the balcony. Vincent followed in silence until Clyde stopped at the railing, resting his hands there, eyes fixed on the dark stretch beyond.
"I know what's going on in your head," Clyde said after a moment, his voice lower now. "And I won't pretend I'm not upset about it."
He let out a slow breath. "I'm upset because you tried to distract me. You tried to save me—" his fingers tightened on the rail, "—instead of telling me to face it."
Vincent's mouth fell open, caught between shock and disbelief. Then he shut it again, swallowing hard, his lips pressing into a thin line.
"Forgive me, Sir," he said quietly.
The Alpha's grip on the railing tightened as he let out another slow breath.
