[Clay shakes his head, clenching his jaw. He shouldn't take his frustration, sexual or otherwise, out on this guy. He doesn't know the situation, he doesn't know him, he doesn't...fuck, why couldn't the world just make sense again?
It used to be simple. He was a monster. All he could do was hurt things, and then there'd been Paris, and that light in Crystal's eyes, and for a brief, shining moment, Clay had thought that maybe he could do more than hurt people in terrible ways.
He'd been wrong. He felt his anger ebbing and he took a long, slow breath, letting it out slowly.]
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It used to be simple. He was a monster. All he could do was hurt things, and then there'd been Paris, and that light in Crystal's eyes, and for a brief, shining moment, Clay had thought that maybe he could do more than hurt people in terrible ways.
He'd been wrong. He felt his anger ebbing and he took a long, slow breath, letting it out slowly.]
Nothing. Nothing at all.