[He glances at the hand covering his own, a part of him wanting to pull it away and retreat further into himself. Joshua had been right; this is embarrassing, though more so because he's right. Clive really should say it some day. Soon, even. He doesn't move, though. Despite his frustrations, lashing out against Joshua isn't right.
But fuck, when Joshua mentions their father, shame washes over him and Clive drops his shoulders a little more. Nearly two decades and Clive nearly losing his humanity have passed since their father died, but the mere idea of the man looking on his eldest and being disappointed sits like a pit in his stomach.
This time he does pull away, if gently, so he can go to stand in front of the fireplace and stare at the flames for a moment.]
If she wants to say it first, then who am I to begrudge her that? Jill has always been stronger and braver than I.
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But fuck, when Joshua mentions their father, shame washes over him and Clive drops his shoulders a little more. Nearly two decades and Clive nearly losing his humanity have passed since their father died, but the mere idea of the man looking on his eldest and being disappointed sits like a pit in his stomach.
This time he does pull away, if gently, so he can go to stand in front of the fireplace and stare at the flames for a moment.]
If she wants to say it first, then who am I to begrudge her that? Jill has always been stronger and braver than I.