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Clay is walking along the shoreline. His jeans are wet from the spray but he doesn’t seem to notice.
He is wearing a jacket for once.
He isn’t looking for Weps.
Exactly.
He is wearing a jacket for once.
He isn’t looking for Weps.
Exactly.
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No use saying that it is just dream. Dreams can be so real. More real than reality.
He strokes Weps' back, firm, warm hands telling him, that Clay is there. That he listens. That he understands.
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Even if you don't really remember, you'll remember there. In your heart. Your dreams
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He looks up again, strokes Clay's cheek with his fingers. "Will you do something for me?"
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His eyes are still a bit sleepy but his smile is warm and broad.
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"And he helped me realise the other day that I have to see that Jed's okay, no matter what happens... maybe when - if - I get back, David and I might try and get to know each other a little more." He pauses and kisses Clay again.
"Anyway, just say thanks."
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He snuggles closer, stroking Weps' back, feeling the muscles under his hands. Kisses his chest a little.
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"Want you," he murmurs. "But I'm being selfish - tell me no if you don't."
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