~Maya~
As I step out of the shower, wrapping a towel around myself, I can hear a low rumbling sound from the kitchen. Stepping out of the hall, I see Clay's shadow slowly building on the wall. His voice thick and growling, barely discernible as he speaks with Cyclops. I can't make out what he's saying, but he seems to be talking to my cat, or maybe he is as bat s**t crazy as me and talking to himself. Drying myself off quickly, I throw on some comfortable clothes and wander back out into the kitchen.
As I walk into the kitchen, I find Clay sitting at the table, a can of cat food in front of him. He's eating it with a spoon, the same look of satisfaction on his face that Cyclops has when he's devouring his own portion from his bowl on the floor.
Clay looks up as I enter the kitchen, eyes
