I love this fandom. Clay should just marry us...

"What do you mean you're going to the Golden Globes? Get to work on that album! What happened to 'there's no place like home' and 'rotting souls'? Huh? Mr Hypocrite? I thought we were going to try honesty for once. I should have known better. You have mouths to feed, or have you forgotten already? Don't give me that look. Sex can't heal everything. You think you can just... oh alright. Dammit."

~~~five minutes later~~~

"You're not going like that are you? I'm sick of your hair and tuck in your shirt. Stop pulling at the sleeves! Pink? What on earth were you thinking? That's MY sweater. Any excuse to get out of the house. What? What did you just call me? Come back here! Stop it, you know when you look at me like that... come here. Five minutes. Dammit."

~~~four minutes later~~~

"NOW where are you going? You're going to go see that Jaymes again, aren't you, Clayton? Don't lie to me! What can she give you that I can't? Does she let you... again with the milk? You need therapy. Bring back some cigarettes. I hate you."