A note for davidshaw

[mute_clay]

Clay isn’t certain whether David has already left for Rome. He doesn’t think so. He is fairly certain that David would come round to say goodbye. Or call.

He walks over to Allan’s house on his way to the diner. He could use some reassurence before going to try and talk with Callie but David doesn’t seem to be in. He writes a note to him and leaves it there.

Hi David

I met Callie’s friend. Walker says it’s somebody you might know. His name is Alexander except it sounds a little stupiddifferent.

I don’t trust him.

Will Callie be all right you think?

I should go apologize to her. I sort of yelled at him.

~Clay

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[mute-clay.livejournal.com]

Clay grins at him and shakes his head a little.

The bandage on his left foot is annoying him so he takes his boot off, trying to readjust it before putting the seatbelt on.

[davidshaw.livejournal.com]

"What did you do to your foot?"

[mute-clay.livejournal.com]

Clay looks up, a little guiltily.

I ran away. After they'd come to the house.

He shrugs.

I sort of forgot I wasn't wearing any shoes.

[davidshaw.livejournal.com]

David shrugs. He's done worse, it doesn't faze him.

"Next time wear shoes, Stinky."

[mute-clay.livejournal.com]

Clay lifts an eyebrow.

I'll try.

He leans back in the seat.

[davidshaw.livejournal.com]

David pulls out of the driveway. "Alan said I could have this car when he died." He is only joking, making conversation, like he would with Alan, but suddenly the words dry up in his throat. It isn't a joke when it comes to Krycek. Nothing is.

[mute-clay.livejournal.com]

Clay looks at David's face.

Then he pets David's upper arm gently.

[davidshaw.livejournal.com]

"He said I can have the Batmobile too. And the Batcave. And the house."

[mute-clay.livejournal.com]

Clay keeps stroking David's arm. Very gently.

Alan will be fine. You'll be fine.

Callie too of course.

If he has to kill to make sure of that he will.

[davidshaw.livejournal.com]

"I need you to know that I love Alan. Not in the way everyone means around here, which is they mean they want an excuse to fuck with immunity, or they want someone to make them feel better about themselves or they want some fairy tale ending. Not like that. But I do. Like I love my mother, which makes no sense, I guess."

[mute-clay.livejournal.com]

Clay nods.

It makes perfect sense.

It'll be okay.

If he has to let the darkness come here to deal with Alexander he will.