[ He's being called out and rightfully so. Still, there's something about him — maybe it's his youth — that Clive can't shake the urge to help him out. To do something for this boy who seems to think he's meant to sleep on the floor. Maybe he sees a little bit of Joshua in him.
Maybe he sees himself.
Clive at least has the decency to be chagrined when Dan Heng points out he's butting into someone else's business, and Clive lifts a shoulder in a shrug, sitting down on a nearby chair. ]
It's a habit of mine I can't seem to break. And if I waited for you to wake up, I wouldn't see you.
Hot air rises. It's cooler down low. And we have limited time to observe what we can — I don't want to waste time while we're here.
[ What forms on the page when he sets his pencil to it, though, is a half sketched picture, images he only sort of remembers. A vast tree, roiling waters — without the office of deep sources to record dreams, he has to do it all on his own. He's never even sure of what needs recorded. ]
Of course, you can always wake me up — I simply do not... [ The pencil pauses, then moves once more in a sweeping gesture. ]
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Maybe he sees himself.
Clive at least has the decency to be chagrined when Dan Heng points out he's butting into someone else's business, and Clive lifts a shoulder in a shrug, sitting down on a nearby chair. ]
It's a habit of mine I can't seem to break. And if I waited for you to wake up, I wouldn't see you.
[ This fact is not lost on Clive. ]
You should sleep on the bed.
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Hot air rises. It's cooler down low. And we have limited time to observe what we can — I don't want to waste time while we're here.
[ What forms on the page when he sets his pencil to it, though, is a half sketched picture, images he only sort of remembers. A vast tree, roiling waters — without the office of deep sources to record dreams, he has to do it all on his own. He's never even sure of what needs recorded. ]
Of course, you can always wake me up — I simply do not... [ The pencil pauses, then moves once more in a sweeping gesture. ]
I apologize for striking out.