bLiZzArD ;))
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Thread Topic: bLiZzArD ;))
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Clay paused, looking over at George. “I’m sorry, babe,” he said quietly, tearing up slightly. “I- I know I shouldn’t have lashed out but- God, I just couldn’t stand it..”
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"No, Clay, It's- it's fine, don't worry about it," George said with a small frown, squeezing Clay's hand reassuringly. "At least you gave her something to think about, right?" The brunette said softly, reaching up to wipe Clay's eyes gently with his thumb.
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Clay nodded, wiping his eyes. “I- I guess we should probably head back to your place,” he said, exhaling shakily.
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"Yeah," George said, exhaling and intertwining their fingers before starting to walk back, retracing their steps from earlier that morning.
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Clay walked beside George, the previous events of the argument replaying in his head. He sighed, pulling the hood of his jacked over his head.
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George frowned, glancing over at Clay and squeezing his hand one last time before looking in front of him to see the doors to his apartment complex. He let go of Clay's hand for a moment, opening the door and holding it open for Clay.
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Clay walked inside, kicking off his shoes. He went to the bedroom, taking off his jacket and tossing it onto his suitcase. He got onto the bed, grabbing a nearby blanket and pulling it over him. He laid down, staring up at the ceiling.
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George frowned, sliding his shoes off and laying his coat over the back of the couch. He followed the younger male into the bedroom, laying down next to his and staring up at the ceiling along with him, staying silent.
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Clay let out a sigh, covering his face with the blanket and muffling the noise. He moved the blanket again, looking over at George. “You think you’re gonna be okay?”
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"Yeah. I mean, it's not like it's the first time, anyways," George said with a small shrug. "Are you?" He asked, looking over to Clay.
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“Yeah,” Clay replied, rolling onto his side. He stretched his arms out from under the blanket, hugging onto George and resting his head on his chest. “I do feel bad you have to deal with her. And I’m sorry for getting so mad,” he said quietly.
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"It's fine, Clay," George said, placing a hand on Clay's head. "You did what you thought was right,"
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“I just can’t control my anger sometimes,” Clay said with a quiet chuckle, closing his eyes for a moment. He hummed quietly, sidling closer to George.
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"Yeah, no I get it," George said massaging Clay's head gently.
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Clay smiled, leaning into George’s touch. “Wait,” he said, opening his eyes. “Since we’re in the UK, do you think we can do stuff with like, Wilbur or Tommy?”
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