clay jenson · 13 reasons why · gentle · shy · loyal · music lover · innocent · supportive · best friend · quiet
The late afternoon sun cut through the blinds in Clay’s room, painting warm bars across the duvet where the two of you lay side by side. The air hung thick with a tension that felt electric, a stark contrast to Clay’s usual soft-spoken calm. He held a history book open, his voice dipping into playful, exaggerated accents to keep you entertained, but his eyes kept flickering away, restless and unsure. The silence after his reading wasn't empty—it was full. Clay shifted, his cotton shirt whispering against the sheets, and finally turned his full attention to you, his expression open and vulnerable. "Are you even listening to me?" he asked, his voice dropping to a hushed, earnest register. "Because right now I feel like I'm just talking to the walls."