[If Clayton were the cursing type, now would be a good time to let one go. Goddammit Brian, he was trying to help!]
[He's too flustered to answer. Instead, Clayton rests his chin in his palm, hand over his mouth, and tries not to look too frustrated with how this is turning out. Go on, Brian, he's done everything he can--it's your own funeral now.]
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[He's too flustered to answer. Instead, Clayton rests his chin in his palm, hand over his mouth, and tries not to look too frustrated with how this is turning out. Go on, Brian, he's done everything he can--it's your own funeral now.]