// "give me some reasons.” george's voice was hidden and muffled in the cloth of clay's couch, rough around the edges; imperfect, "reasons of encouragement, something to make me feel at rest here in your arms, reasons as to why i should make it official, and for us to fight the discouragement together.” // george knew right from the start that clay was his, he just needed to put that statement in bold. // "you’re mine, honey.” he whispered, hugging george tightly and exclaiming, "you're mine!” //