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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 sits down and stretches. He still feels beat. He leans on his elbows, looking at Weps. How have you've been? Back here, I mean?

[peter-weps-ince.livejournal.com]

Weps passes a mug of coffee over to Clay and sits down opposite him. "I've been okay, thanks - more than okay," he adds with a smile. "Going home to see Jed was the right thing to do - I'd missed him so much. And knowing he was okay - that to him I'd never been away - well, it made me realise that my life was right here..."

He takes a mouthful of coffee and looks at Clay's tired face. "Are things any more settled in your life - with Callie?"

[mute-clay.livejournal.com]

Clay shrugs a little. She is living with them now.

He nods to himself. Has gotten a tattoo. She says I'm in it as well but, I don't know.

He smiles tiredly at Weps. I miss her. She still comes to see me though. She called and was lonely and I sang to hear. You know, bird-song? I guess she misses me too sometimes.

Another shrug.

[peter-weps-ince.livejournal.com]

Weps reaches across the table and strokes Clay's cheek. Pain and the tiredness are evident in Clay's eyes and his posture - it hurts Weps to see him like this.

"I can see you miss her... " he says softly. "I wish I could help... wish Callie would see what she's missing... what danger she's in with those two..."

[mute-clay.livejournal.com]

Callie doesn't let go. She doesn't leave people.

Clay shakes his head a little.

She'll keep giving people chances, over and over. A small shrug. She did that with me.

He smiles softly. And she's promised she'll come see me as much as she can.

[peter-weps-ince.livejournal.com]

Weps bites his lip as he continues to trail his fingers down Clay's cheek and jaw.

"But you deserve more than 'when she can', Clay - so much more... She's not being fair - to you - or to herself."

[mute-clay.livejournal.com]

Clay just looks at him. Leave it Weps.

He turns his head to give one of the fingers a gentle nip and then takes his mug.

The coffee's good.

[peter-weps-ince.livejournal.com]

Weps lets his hand fall from Clay's face and looks down at his coffee.

"Sorry... It's only because I care... "

He takes a mouthful of coffee and grimaces. "No it isn't - its shit."

[mute-clay.livejournal.com]

It taste like your coffee always tastes.

Clay grins at him and then reaches over to give Weps's hand a squeeze. And I understand. It's just -

He shrugs.

[peter-weps-ince.livejournal.com]

"Okay... I won't say anything more..." Weps replies. He looks up and smiles. "Except that my tea's even worse, that you look like this coffee tastes... And you're tired. You're welcome to stay over if you like... no pressure..."

[mute-clay.livejournal.com]

Clay nods. I'd like that. Thank you.

He yawns.

[peter-weps-ince.livejournal.com]

Weps grins and stands up.

"C'mon ... bed for you... do you want the spare room? Or with me...?"

[mute-clay.livejournal.com]

Clay gets up.

With you. Sleeping with Dart Maul isn't the same as sleeping with people. I miss that.

[peter-weps-ince.livejournal.com]

"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."

[mute-clay.livejournal.com]

Clay smiles down at him and pulls his shirt over his head, leaving his hair sticking every which way. He gets out of the rest of his clothes as well and climbs into bed, snuggling close to Weps.

The marks from his encounters with Alex and his associates are mostly faded by now.

[peter-weps-ince.livejournal.com]

Weps wraps his arms around his friend, shifting position until they're both comfortable. He doesn't mention the fading marks on Clay's body that he'd seen earlier as well. He doesn't ask how or why or when. His jaw clenches and his body tenses at the thought of someone inflicting pain on his friend, but he doesn't ask. He has to bite his lip to stop the words, but he doesn't ask. He just kisses Clay's temple and strokes his mussed up hair and holds him.

[mute-clay.livejournal.com]

Clay sighs a little and falls asleep almost immediately, one hand curling around Weps's wrist.

OOC

[peter-weps-ince.livejournal.com]

Aww... aren't they sweet and snuggly? And thank you for that - t'was lovely...

Re: OOC

[mute-clay.livejournal.com]

It was - and they are. Thank YOU *s*