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22 | REAL

"I thought tonight was boys night?" I place a kiss to his cheek before resting my head on his shoulder. He hums contently as my arms wrap around his torso. My fingers tap against his shoulder blade as we listen to each other just breathe in silence.

"I want to spend time with my girl. Is that such a crime?" Clay jokes as he places a kiss to the top of my head. The warmth of his body soothes me and it feels nice to finally be the center of his world. It's all I've wanted from him... always.

"Never. But you taking off a night with them for a night with me might cause a riot." I joke as I turn my head into his neck. Snuggling up into him tightly. It's like I can never be close enough. Like it will never be enough. I always just want more, when there is nothing more to get. He's all right here.

"They don't care." Clay fake coughs. "I'm sick." Clay sniffles before letting a laugh fall past his lips.

"Do you need someone to take care of you, you poor sick boy?" I pull my arms from around him and run them through his hair. Clay lets out a subtle moan and I giggle at how much my touch fuels every part of his being.

"Does taking care of involved me involved giving me all the love you have to give? Lots of kisses? Tons of cuddles?" Clay looks at me with a lazy smiley. My hair playing has sent him into a blissed state.

"Oh obviously." I smile back and almost immediately Clay slides me off his lap and stands up. I watch him confused until he sweeps me up in his arms and carries me off to our room. Oh. I get it now.

Clay lays me down onto our bed and climbs into bed with me. It doesn't take long for him to curl up into me. He rests his head against my chest and uses my body as his endless pillow. He wants nothing more than to just be with his girl. This is something I'm not used to so it feels good to get the attention he's always said I would get.

"How was your day with my mom?" Clay askes quietly as he draws circles on my stomach.

"It was nice. We caught up on life and what happened in the past few months. She told me I will always be her daughter. No matter what." I run my fingers through Clay's hair as I speak. The action causes him to nuzzle his head into my chest.

Clay doesn't respond so I assume he's just processing what I've said. But the next thing I know he's snoring my chest. Always so tired, but never wants to sleep alone. I don't blame him because I feel the exact same way. I too never want to sleep alone.

After an hour of playing with Clay's hair listening to him blissfully sleep I decide to try and squeeze out from under him. The task is harder than I expect. I wiggle and lift but the man is a giant compared to me. I feel so weak when trying to lift such a human of his size off of me.

But somehow I slide out and walk over to his computer. It's the first time I've touched it since returning to this house. I always use mine instead. But there have been photos I've been begging to see. Photos that started all of this war.

While looking through Clay's computer I find the photos I'm looking for but I get distracted too quickly by another folder hidden in the depths of his computer. I open it and am met with his video diary. All the clips not included. All the clips he's probably hidden away from his friends. Clips that probably show his tears and his pain. Clips that show Clay... the real Clay.

As much as I want to click play and reveal all of his deep dark secrets I know I shouldn't. And I don't. I click out of the folder and bring up the photos from the first day at the cemetery. A place I now know like the back of my hand. It has me wondering if Clay's taken George. Has me wondering if Clay's been back sense.

I decide to do the unthinkable and load up a web browser. I open up Twitch. I log into Clay's alt Twitch and click the go live button. I feel my heart race. And honestly I don't even know what pulled me to do it but I have. I don't have a plan. I just did without thinking.