Narcissus turned over so that he would be able to gaze at Clue from his own bed. "I don't think the world was made for us to understand, anyway," he said, his eyes taking in the dainty slope of Clues nose and the other boys lashes that could barely even be seen against Clues skin, they were so light. "But I don't think we need to understand some things - just feel them."
/ fade out and then a summery thread, perhaps?
