[Something changes in Cliff's expression. It's a softening that he's not used to seeing, a surprise that makes him look much younger, just a boy after all. Dare he say it, but that soft answer might actually be acceptance.
He allows himself a faint smile. He tucks his cloth into his pocket, letting hang there. The option will remain, if Cliff chooses.]
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He allows himself a faint smile. He tucks his cloth into his pocket, letting hang there. The option will remain, if Cliff chooses.]
You tell me when you're ready.