[b]CLAY[/b]

It was written all over his face, the curl in his lip, the tension in his brow, a strong disdain, distrust and disgust at the creature before him. Deep in his wavering eyes were questions, uncertainties and terrible memories, all of which were hidden far from the surface by barriers of negative emotions.

"I don't know what the Hell you are thinking but I am Nothing like you!"

He snaps sharply in reply before Niall could. Simultaneously he snatches the key just as sharply and gives a guttering growl "I'll be headin' to my room now thanks". Then giving a not so genuine nod and smile he bids thank you and goodbye before making his way to his room.
Truth is, even if he wanted to join them (which he clearly didn't), unless the moon was pulling the wolf from him he couldn't bring himself to change. 

(If uninterrupted)
It may only be morning but the exhausted Clay will collapse into the bed as soon as he makes it into his room, where before to long he will find himself snoring and reliving those terrible nightmares from which he cannot escape.