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[mute_clay]

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.

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[mute-clay.livejournal.com]

Clay doesn't stir. He's already asleep.

He dreams of the ocean, stretching out in front of him, endlessly, distant cries from the invisible shore.

[peter-weps-ince.livejournal.com]

When Weps wakes, he's alone in his bed - Clay must have left earlier. He rolls onto his back and looks at the ceiling. He feels a little sad, but maybe it's better this way - he always was crap at saying goodbye.