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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 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*