Clay nodded and leaned back, so that he was laying on the roof with his legs dangling over. After a few minutes of just staring up at the stars, he sighed. "I used to come up here all the time. Just to...think. Sometimes, certain thoughts got better. Other times, they got worse. But it's always been a way to think. To process."
"Aww...You're adorable," Karl chuckled softly and stared up at the ceiling.
"Well, for one, it's a three-story building, and I'm known to be suicidal-" Clay started. "Although jumping is probably something I'd never do. But It's also just generally dangerous. One of us could slip or something."
Dream glanced over at George. "Either way, although dangerous, it's my escape. Having you here just makes it better-" He'd said the last part without thinking, and he flushed red with embarrassment.
