looking for seanbean_tm

Clay is walking through the house looking for Sean.

He's got a sneaking suspicion that he is being avoided and he cannot figure out why. It grates on him. He considers Sean a friend, someone to trust. Someone who would at least tell him if he had done him wrong somehow.

He knows that others - David - Orlando - aren't happy about him staying at Sean's. About them sleeping together- He's gotten that much out of the glances and the half-spoken cautions. He just doesn't understands why.

He'd like to ask them but it's hard formulating the questions in his mind, let alone let them loose in the empty air between himself and others, fluttering from his hands like birds, leaving strong, sure branches behind, hoping to be caught.

Why?

He doesn't doubt that Sean has his reasons. And that they are his own. But it hurts him, that he isn't being told anything, that he has to walk around in the greater silence of an empty house, enveloping his own.

He suddenly feels very alone. He doesn't feel that he should confide in David who's got enough om his mind and seems determined to blame himself for anything that has to with Sean. And Orlando has known Sean for a while and he wouldn't want to intrude on what is between them.

He is getting edgy and restless, feeling the pull from the shadowing darkness. Like when Callie pulled his chain, teasing him with seemingly innocent remarks about others. What they said. How they smelled. That they liked her.
He needs touch to settle him. Another's warmth close, keeping the coldness of shadows away, But somehow he doesn't think he'll get that anytime soon.