"Nice to know I win out over the cat," Weps murmurs, smiling and grasping Clay's hand.

Weps leads Clay through to the bedroom and pulls back the covers. In truth he's tired too and quickly sheds his clothes, depositing them in a pile on the floor. With a yawn he climbs into bed and lies on his back watching Clay.

"It's good to have you here," he says softly. "You mean a lot to me."