Macklyn watched the encounter play out, unsure about how he felt toward this other Eric, or what had happened. It might not have been anything special to the man in front of him, but a lot of trust had gone on in that exchange. He believed Eric knew what was best, but he couldn't help but feel a little on edge about it.
"I'll go see him." Macklyn promised. "As soon as possible."
And he'd try to do it without being threatening, at that.
He turned his attention to the recliner. "I feel kind of bad getting rid of it. Maybe we can have it fixed."