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[mute_clay]

I've been working a lot lately. It's okay. That way I'm sure I can sleep at night. No sense in staying awake thinking about things I cannot change.

I've been making a kennel for David and Alan's dog. David calls it Toto now. That's good. I didn't like he called it Dog. It reminded me of Ma.

Now he wants me to make a chicken coop. I'm not to tell Alan but I don't really see how Alan can avoid noticing if there's suddenly a lot of chickens in his backyard. Seeing as how they are noisy. And smell a bit.

Callie haven't been back. I miss her.

Jimmy's been in an accident so I am looking after Julie for a while. And Darth Maul has stopped trying to choke me to death when I sleep. Now she just tries to trip me up when I have to take a piss at night.

She's really clever though. And she hasn't ruined the plants Callie gave me. I water them everyday. If they stay alive she'll come back to me.

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[mute-clay.livejournal.com]

Clay gets comfortable in the windowsill, whistling to her. Bluebirds and nightingales and very other bird imaginable. Then he moves on to songs they heard on the radio. In between he smokes and drinks from his beer, the sounds traveling all the way to wherever Callie is. He doesn't speculate about it. Better not to.

[wild-callie.livejournal.com]

Callie closes her eyes again, holding the phone speaker to her ear. In the midst of the storm and the worry, Clay's is a safe island. He's always been.

Callie can't help feeling selfish. And it's not a good feeling. But Clay's songs reach her heart and she's grateful for how much love they bring with them.

So she stays on the phone, murmuring softly now and then, listening, for what seems liek hours, and maybe it is.

[mute-clay.livejournal.com]

In the end he grows hoarse. He clears his throat and waits for her to say goodnight. He'll have to get up in three hours. But if she wants him to stay up and keep her company - even if they are only connected by air and cables - he will.

[wild-callie.livejournal.com]

"I love you," Callie whispers in the phone speaker. She hasn't slept more than two, three hours per night, but the time Clay has given her, and the songs, it's better than sleeping.

"I love you, Clay. Sleep now. Thank you." She wishes she could hug him, rest her head on his chest, hear him breathing deeply and regularly as he does when he sleeps. "Thank you, my love," she whispers again.

[mute-clay.livejournal.com]

Clay kisses the empty air and hangs up. He can't fall asleep right away though. He misses her. It's like a big - thing - inside of him. And he doesn't know what to do.

[wild-callie.livejournal.com]

Callie doesn't hang up. Not right away. The tut- tut of the phone line is a sort of song, in a way...she needs to find Mike and tell him she's going to visit Clay and she'll be able to be there when Clay comes back from work, waiting on the steps. A surprise.