Haunted Wood Suck Shit and Try to Die

It was a relief to have the matter dropped so easily though now there was the idea of Clarence flirting with Clay pissing him off. "I'm not interested in him" he stated tensely. Whether the spotted wolfdog ever flirted with him or not, he would never have enough to openness to the wolves of Nightwalkers to let one occupy space in his head. There was only one wolf who ever caused him sleepless nights and he was currently shouting, apparently the mention of his swooning hitting it's mark. Before he could react Clay's puffed up face was shoved in his and Valour found himself up close and personal with beautiful eyes, as angry as the expression was. His eyes went wide as Clay demanded he tell where he'd heard it from confirmation that Clay had no memory of how he'd swooned and breathed his name as if he were the best thing in the world to Clay. It was another dose of hurt, for some reason he'd hoped that it had been real. Clenching his jaw he stared down lips curling up into a smirk "Right from your mou-" he sneered, cut off as Clay stomped his paw the scent of blood hitting just before Clay's nose pushed against his and all anger rushed out leaving him wide eyed and stunned.

His heart thumped heavily in his chest as time seemed to stop for a moment. His own face flushed and he tensed up instantly incredibly aware of everything from Clay's scent to his breath blowing against his muzzle. The moment fogged his brain and he leaned in closer to Clay for a moment trailing his nose along the puffed up fur of Clay's cheeks toward his ear "You did, You swooned and sighed my name a few times" he murmured wanting him to remember so badly that he didn't think first about the fact his touch may not be wanted. 

Turning away from the other boy just as fast as they'd come together feeling ashamed that he'd started nuzzling him like some kind of creep. Clearly Clay was appalled by the mere idea of saying his name in such a way, why else would he be so angry?
Stepping away he avoided Clay's gaze unsure exactly how to approach conversation now and feeling himself begin to shut down his emotions "I shouldn't have taken anything from it, you were delirious" the words came out cold and he still turned away, refusing to let Clay see how hard it was to say.