The conversation with Jason is a short one, naturally. He sounded..uh...busy. And called him Sir, which has him in fits and tears from laughing and trying not to shake Clay too much.

Clay, sleeping. Seeking warmth and company. Ran shifts slowly lower, trying to obtain a more comfortable position for both. Then he just closes his eyes, not really sleepy, petting Clay's hair, waiting for a new daa. For light.

Nights were always more difficult, especially when you are alone. The voices were stronger, the dark darker.

Clay shouldn't be sleeping alone. At least not for a while.