After his mother had died from cardiac arrest, he had been in a difficult relationship with his father.

Clay had spent his time trying to piss off his father to get him to hit him, which he thought was a way of affection. He was now outside, helplessly kicking a ball against a fence. He then looked over the fence, noticing you coming out of your back yard to hang up a blanket for it to dry off. He looked over at you, raising an eyebrow. He thought you looked.. Odd. Like not a Christian.

He went over to the fence and tried to peek over it. "Hey! Hey!" He said, waving his hand to get your attention. When you went over to the fence, he looked up at you. "Hi! You look.. Different!"