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He looks back at her when she speaks, a little too quickly to not have been hoping for it.

“I have too,” he says. “Any time I can spend with you alone is something I can look forward to…”

She looks to him and smiles, glad.

"It's difficult to fight the urge to invite Joshua everywhere, isn't it?"

“Near impossible,” he says. “I want to see him experience everything, see and try new things… I could watch forever, but I am sure he wants to have his own life, too.”

"Of course," Jill agrees. Some of her greatest joy of late has been watching Joshua's eyes light up at something she's grown accustomed to over the last year. It's a reminder of how far removed from Valisthea they are.

"Perhaps we take him out tomorrow night, if he has no other plans."

Watching Joshua do anything feels more potent than any spirit or liquor, more intense than any close call with a blade. Sometimes he thinks about standing in Joshua’s doorway just to watch him sleep, or pet his hair when passing him by in the kitchen. Who couldn’t love Joshua, every moment in his presence, every opportunity to hold him?

“He would like that,” Clive says. “Another film, perhaps? Or a stroll through the city…”

"Both, if we start early enough," she says. Why not? "I daresay he's happiest when sitting between us on the sofa."

Or at least it seems as much. She is.

“If not the happiest, then certainly the most content.” Now, especially. “We should do it.”

It’s more time with Jill, too.

Her hand tightens around his, and she nods.

"We'll tell him in the morning. It's been too long since we all had a day together."

A month or so, really. Jill can hardly recall what she's done in that time aside from be miserable and stay out of everyone's way.

“Too long,” he repeats, a little sober, and he runs his thumb alongside the side of her hand. He looks outside again. “Who knows how late we will return home, anyway.”

Just a subtle touch makes her feel a little jolt of electricity up her arm. He's always painfully gentle with her. She looks at their hands, turning her fingers so she can lace them with his.

"Planning on keeping me up past my bedtime?"

“Hopefully not,” he says, looking at their hands, the pale pink of her nails and fairness of her skin. “But I’d hoped we could see the stars from the pier.”

"In that case... I'll allow you to keep me out late."

As if she has a curfew or anyone to mind. The person that might have any real interest in her late night activities is right here beside her.

"I'm in no hurry to get home."

He finds himself smiling, his gaze drifting to the windshield again.

“And I don’t even need to sneak you in past your governess.”

"Just Torgal."

A harder task, but he's easier to bribe.

"You might have to hoist me in through the window if we're trying to avoid him."

“I suppose if we get caught, he’ll huff at us for leaving him behind tonight.”

"I do not think he minds it as much now that Joshua is there for him to guard," she says with a smile. Everyone is glad for his arrival, it seems.

Clive nods. Everything is… better. Not as good as those halcyon first two weeks, but improving.

“He’s going to wear down his claws, going from room to room.”

"Then he will be more quiet as he does so," Jill says, amused, even if she wishes Torgal's patrol were shorter. He shouldn't have to go downstairs to Clive. Clive should be with her, but she sent him away.

"I wish I hadn't sent you away," she says, an admission to what she's sure is obvious. "I only hope that this time apart strengthens us so that we may never break again."

He’s mildly surprised she’d bring it up again, and it takes him a second to chew on it.

“I am sure it will,” he says. “And in the mean time, I understand why you had to do it.”

Her thumb caresses his skin. Does he truly understand?

"If the cruelest thing I've said to you is that you need to sleep elsewhere, I would like it to remain that way. I never want to say anything in anger before I come to my senses."

If he had stayed, she's sure the rift between them would have worsened before he saw himself to the basement.

Clive looks at her, and he's sorely tempted to assure her that it's fine. It happened, it will never happen again. This is their long, winding path back to happiness, and the past need not matter.

But it does.

He nods.

"I understand," he says. "But we are imperfect people. I believe it matters more that we can resolve these things. Together."

No walking away will certainly help with that. She smiles and nods and wants to believe him.

"You deserve the best of me. I want to give you that, Clive. Truly."

She just has to find her.

"I want to see the best of you," he says. "A version of you I have seen many, many times before, Jill."

Ah. Well, that's one way to get her emotional, though at least the glassy eyes come with a huff of laughter before she has to look away.

"I'm trying," she promises.

He looks at her, his gaze softening.

"Come here," he says, untangling his fingers from hers so he can open his arm for her to join him on his side of the car.

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