Clemente
the difference between a garden
and a graveyard
is what we choose to put in the soil
Oof, good question. Clem thanks The Voice for not giving them the ability to blush, and tries to ignore how he feels embarrassed by his reply. "Uh, not much. Nate taught me how to carve wood, so I've been makin' some gifts...but that's it." He's kind of a nerd, and a homebody. After so many years of not having a place to return to, a stable home, he doesn't like to leave much. The Atheneum is an okay middle ground at least. Filled floor to ceiling with tomes and journals that will keep Clem occupied for the rest of his immortal life.
The reminder that he's doing this for a reason - for his family, which Amun certainly is - helps calm him back down. Settles the jagged edges of his mind, reforming it into something malleable and willing to be subjected to further alphabetic torture. "You're right. More words." And with a grin that's far too revealing with how much he loves and appreciates Amun, Clemente turns back to the book to seek out a new word to make the man sound out.
{FIN}
