Topic: What is truly yours?

[mute_clay]

I have a knife. I use it for when I carve. Its handle is made of bone. It’s soft and smooth and I keep the blade sharp. If you drop a hair on it - it cuts it in two. It’s a good knife

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[wild_callie]

Callie has waited a few days to collect herself, at least some. She knows Clay's number by heart, and knows he might be sleeping or totally ignoring the phone ringing, playing with Cat or having a smoke... so she lets it ring, and ring, and ring...

[mute_clay]

The sound of the phone wakes him up.
He makes his way into the living room and answers it, pushing the button and holding it to his ear.

Waiting.

[wild_callie]

Callie hears him breathing. "Clay. It's me. I'm back."

[mute_clay]

Breath can be telling.

His stops - then it returns in a whoosh and she might be able to hear the bump as he sits down. Hard.

Then there's an almost sob, a low hitched breath.

She is back.