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[mute_clay]

It’s the ocean. The Sea.

He’s never seen it before.
Has always imagined it to be like the lake.
Just bigger.

He hadn’t thought it would be like this.

There are people about, noises, smells, but all he can hear is the sound of the waves, the heart of the great water beating against the shore. The pier. It is all he can smell – no – all he can taste.

The lake was like a looking glass hidden in the heart of the forest, but this –
This is like the woods themselves. Beautiful, and dark, and terrifying. Calling, just like the forest could, but with rhythmic sounds instead of whispering trees.
A drum instead of a flute.
And yet, so alike.

He’d been elated when Orlando had taken him to the state park, but there had been paths, and people. And picnic tables. This is more like it.
This is wildness.
Ancient and untameable.

Clay’s aware that he probably looks like a moron standing there. But it doesn’t matter. How can anything matter when the world is wild and beautiful?

He walks closer.

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Weps reads Clay's words and swallows hard.

"You must've loved her a whole lot to let her go, Clay. Just shows you what an amazing thing love can be."

Weps sits and thinks about the emotion he's shared with this man who looks uncannily similar to himself in many ways and yet up until a few hours ago had not even known he existed. Yet it seems comfortable, right. He drinks his beer and grabs a handful of chips and munches on them, smiling at Clay and wondering if he'll ever get home.

"You'll find love again, Clay. Everyone finds it again, sometime."

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Clay shrugs.

Maybe

He doesn't look convinced though.

Then he smiles at Weps and signs

>This is nice, sitting here, talking pointing to himself, to Weps, encompassing the room with one hand.

He notices that Weps is getting to the bottom of his glass and points to it, lifting an eyebrow questioningly.

Do you want one more?

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Weps smiles widely. "I got that one, Clay - and yeah, it is nice - feels like we've know each other for longer than we have."

He watches Clay's eyes, his hands and grins. "Yeah - why not? One more - then I'd best get home."




OOC - that's me away for the night now! Will catch up tomorrow hopefully...

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Clay walks up to the bar and orders. It takes a while. The young woman behind the counter starts chatting and he has to tell her that he can't speak, tapping his throat and shaking his head. She's most embarrassed by it and Clay has to endure quite a lengthy apology before he can escape.

He sets the glasses down and sighs but his eyes are sparkling.

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Weps grinsat Clay when he returns to the table. "Seems to me you were gettin' on just fine up there... and don't tell me you weren't - I can see it in your eyes."

He pauses. "You needn't stick here with me - I can down this in one," he whispers, lifting his glass. "Go sit at the bar."

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Clays eyes widen and then he shakes his head.

Oh no. No no no.

With the face of a man who knows that what he is about to say he writes

I feel guilty. If it's a girl

He glances back at the bar and adds

It's kind of nice though

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Weps puts his glass down and looks at Clay.

"Why no, Clay?" he asks softly. "Why should you feel guilty?"

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Clay colors a bit. He knows it's silly.
But he can't help thinking like that.

He takes the picture of Callie from his pocket and lets a thumb caress her little face.

Then he writes

I promised her forever.