[CLOSED] the ghost of what we used to be.

[ryan leonardo matson]

Ryan barely even paid any notice to his hand, obviously not bothered by it. He just smiled fsintly in response as Clae apologized and pulled his hand back, and he tilted his own head against the couch some.

[thomas 'clae' claeton booker]

Clae folded his hands in lap. He watched the movie with little interest, glancing over as Paislee started to cry. He reached over and helped her hand find her mouth before he leaned back. He leaned back again, chewing on his lip. "You want me to bring her to bed?" He asked, looking in a stand beside the couch for a pacifier.

[ryan leonardo matson]

"I can take her.." He murmured, waiting until she had her pacifier before getting up. He walked quietly to the room and laid her in her bed, tucking her in and humming softly before he kissed the top of her head. He sat until he knew she was okay, and then headed back to the living room, returning to his seat.

[thomas 'clae' claeton booker]

Clae smiled over at him, pulling the pillow beside him into his lap. He leaned his head back against the back of the sofa, couldn't help noticing how close Ryan was. He glanced at him from the corner of his eye, then back at the TV. He yawned, sinking back down into the sofa.

[ryan leonardo matson]

Ryan's eyelids drooped and he forced them back open, yawned softly, trying his best to focus on the movie. A day without drinking or pills or suicide for once. It had been so long. His eyes closed, head tilted ahainst the couch some. Teeth gritted as he drew in a swift breath, hand twitching some, clenching. He shifted his weight, drawing his legs up and trying to curl on the couch as he swallowed. His head slid and landed at a gentle rest on Clae's shoulder and he relaxed a bit.

[thomas 'clae' claeton booker]

Clae gently pulled the blanket from beside him, draping it over him. He rested a hand on his leg, laying his head against Ryan's. No matter what he thought, something about having Ryan here seemed right. He wrapped his arm around his waist, rubbing his side gently as he himself started to doze off, moving closer to Ryan.

[ryan leonardo matson]

Ryan's uneasy movements eased up at the touch and he let out a soft breath, falling into a far more content sleep than before. The feeling of a body moving closer to him had him snuggling up, and not once did he wake until morning.

[thomas 'clae' claeton booker]

Clae fell asleep as close to Ryan as he could get. He didn't wake until he felt someone climb up beside him. He didn't think anything of it until Paislee's weight was climbing over him. He yawned, rubbing absently at an eye. But he kept an arm around Ryan.

"Mornin'!" She said happily from behind her pink pacifier. He smiled, reaching over to fix one of her curls.

"Good morning, princess. Go put your bink away." He told her and she toddled off to go put it in the sink.

[ryan leonardo matson]

Ryan stirred at the voices and conversation stretching a bit. He opened his eyes to watch Paislee toddle off, then closed them again, absently snuggling closer. In his current state of mind he forgot Clae was straight and probably didn't want to cuddle.

[thomas 'clae' claeton booker]

Clae rubbed his side gently, resting his head on top of Ryan's for a moment before he got confused all over again. He had slept here with a guy? A guy he was strangely attracted to? A guy who was probably gay, but Clae wasn't? He pulled his arm away to stretch, drawing his arms over his head. Paislee toddled back, and Clae picked her up, kissing the top of her head.

"I wanna cuddle too." She said, crawling over to the side of Clae. She pushed him towards Ryan, and he moved reluctantly closer. She climbed back into his lap, sitting half on him and half on Ryan.