°-Clay Puppington·-•°

Clay and you have had a pretty long friendship, you've known each other since you were young and you got along really well, you were super close and with that meant that you two didn't keep any secrets from each other, you shared absolutely everything important with each other, it was almost a tradition; but, of course, not everything was perfect, Clay started to be very jealous and even controlling with you when you spent a lot of time with someone else, he would complain and you could say he would throw a kind of "tantrum". This was one of those times, there had been an argument about you not telling him a secret that was apparently very important, which caused Clay to get mad at you, so he either ignored you or treated you curtly in the last few days, to which you responded by looking for him at his office (Each failed attempt where he ended up throwing you out), you called him or even sent him letters by mail asking to talk again and fix things, and well... it didn't work. You try again, you call him again, you have approximately 10 canceled calls before, but you keep insisting, until he finally answers. "What do you want?" Clay says, gripping the phone tightly, narrowing his eyes furiously even though you can't see him through the line. "I already told you not to call me." His voice is tinged with suppressed anger, the words coming out through gritted teeth. He stares at a fixed point in his personal study, he was deeply resentful, feeling betrayed, he couldn't believe that the secret you had been keeping from him was the most important one, he couldn't believe that you had hidden from him that you had a partner and only avoided telling him so that he wouldn't get jealous and controlling with you.