[CLOSED] nothing that i can do or say.

[thomas 'clae' claeton booker]

Clae closed his eyes, opening them again when Paislee climbed off of him. She toddled over to the pool, wiggling out of her jeans before she climbed in the pool. He sat up, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "Sleep well?" He asked, looking over at Ryan.

[ryan leonardo matson]

"Yeah," Ryan mumbled. "Like a bear." He smirked tiredly, rolling onto his back and stretching out carefully before tilting his head to look at Clae. He patted the grass next to him. "You're both okay..?"

[thomas 'clae' claeton booker]

Clae got up and walked over, sitting down next to him. "Yeah. Never better." He said quietly, stretching his legs out in front of him. He looked up, watching Paislee swim around in a circle, singing something to herself. But even a little mermaid singing was an attention grabber. But being related to her, he didn't feel what everyone else probably felt. "How's your arms?" He finally asked, glancing over at him.

[ryan leonardo matson]

"Alright," ryan mumbled with a shrug. "I deserve it for cutting them open in the first place.." He rubbed carefully at his wrapped arms, eyebrows furrowing.

[thomas 'clae' claeton booker]

"Yeah, but you also didn't expect some freak to randomly show up and decide he was going to eat one of us either." He pointed out. He got up as Paislee called, walking over to the shed to toss her a few toys. He walked back to his spot, sitting down and leaning back on his hands.

[ryan leonardo matson]

Ryan shrugged, watching Clae get up before returning. He reached up to rub at the bite on his neck. "Ugh, that was a nightmare."

[thomas 'clae' claeton booker]

Clae watched Ryan rub his neck, thinking it odd both of them had bites on their neck. Only they were from completely different creatures. "It's hard to have anything but a nightmare in this town." He said quietly, looking down into the grass.

[ryan leonardo matson]

"Yeah. I know." Ryan mumbled warily. He rolled back onto his side, reaching out hesitantly to brush his fingers over Claeton's hand.

[thomas 'clae' claeton booker]

Clae looked down, wanting to draw his hand away. He kept telling himself hew as straight, that this was wrong. But even arguing with himself didn't change the fact he wanted it. He turned his hand over, slowly running his finger over Ryan's thumb.

[ryan leonardo matson]

Ryan bit down on his lip, felt bad, guilty almost. What if Clae had no feeling for him? Was he reading into things too much?