"Come here," Weps murmurs, grasping Clay's hand and pulling him close, tugging the other blanket around their shoulders. Clay feels good against him and he sighs softly, looking into the flames.
"I'm leaving here, Clay," he whispers into Clay's hair. "I have to go home to my son."
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Date: 2004-03-23 10:53 am (UTC)"I'm leaving here, Clay," he whispers into Clay's hair. "I have to go home to my son."