After five minutes of waiting, I decided to check on him. I waved a hand to the dogs, wanting to reassure them it was okay and telling them to stay out of it simultaneously. Carefully I climbed the stairs, listening for any sounds but was only met with silence. So he’s off the phone.
Hesitantly I slowly opened the bedroom door. I wanted to give Clay time to tell me to go away. But when he didn’t, I stepped into the bedroom, frowning as I saw him sitting at the end of the bed, hunched over with his face in his hands. My heart broke seeing him like this. It was worse than this morning when he threw his mother out and sat on the floor against the door.
“Clay… you don’t have to tell me. I just… I wanted to make sure you were okay. If you need space, I’ll leave. I can do that if you want someone to be silent with you. If you want to talk, I’ll listen.” I offered, walking closer slowly, not wanting to spook him.
I yelped as his arms suddenly wrapped around my waist, and I was pulled into
