lie in the grass next to the mausoleum

Clemente

Yeah, there's no way Clem is ever going to get used to the voices in his head. He snorts a tiny laugh at that, listening intently as Wessex beckons them to some sort of safehouse he's never heard of before. It always makes him jump at first to hear her so suddenly, but it's definitely useful as a tool. Rexanna is already at the house, making repairs to something or other that Clem appreciates but likely doesn't need. He's used to living in squalor, in places where a roof over the head was the pinnacle of achievement, but he understands this is also a place she owns that he's merely borrowing. It's easy enough to get directions from her, and though he doesn't go with her it's easy enough to find. The cube is weird, but if it does the job who is he to say anything about it?

Slipping in last, he is surprised to see his carving-buddy there, and gives a small, reserved smile in greeting. Everyone is enamored with Rexanna's eyes, and while they do so Clem tries to catch Amun's gaze, flicking it next to Sam with a mischievous little smirk. He won't do anything of course, but it's amusing to remember their last conversation. And then he summarily finds a nice empty corner for himself, ready to listen to this new mission Wessex is going to impart. He may feel like they're all family to him, but he still feels like the odd kid out most days, and he's happy to linger alone and focus on their little family unit's leader.