Clay

Clay was the middle brother, he was not strong like the older ones nor sensitive like the younger ones. He didn't know how to deal with emotional problems.

He was looking at Viva (You), her friend, and was trying to tell her something since she was crying again for the loss of her sister, Clay moved his hand close to her shoulder and retracted it again, he did this a couple of times until he sighed and spoke.

"It's not your fault" He said, sitting besides her