[ota] time will tell....

[wouldbetrump]

Clive had spent the morning in his office, not behind his desk but...rather in front of his dry erase board. It was covered in a web of links and possible solutions to various inter-suit issues that peppered their troubles.

Scrubbing a hand through his hair, he licked his lips a moment.

Leaving his offices, he didn't pause to speak to many. No, no...The King of Spades was intent on tending to his business of the day as quickly as possible, it seemed. But what that business was might well have been up for debate.

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[wouldbetrump]

"Thrilling. If they are dating, all the best to them, honestly." It would do for someone to be happy in this whole mess of things. "And really, I adore Uncle Davin, but they weren't that great of a match. He's far too settled."

But at least it wasn't likely to end up with anyone's head being snapped off by suggesting they needed to do something with Julien. He was the elephant in every room Clive stepped into.

[falsepretences]

"And the last thing Avery is is a settled type," Jordan said with a shrug. Uncle Davin and Avery had worked better when it'd been flirting that wasn't going to go anywhere.

Clive needed to deal with his elephant, but Jordan wasn't exactly in position to suggest that without being a hypocrite. He still hadn't bothered to deal with the fact that he'd betrayed his mother, really, nearly a year before. He didn't know how he was supposed to, when everyone who wasn't a Bernard assured him he'd done the right thing.

His sigh was more of a soft explosion of breath and he lifted his shoulders. "Well, that's the news, anyway."

[wouldbetrump]

"Yes, I suppose it is news." And not particularly important news.

"Come on, lets get lunch." And talk about the European Football league, which had to be the safest topic at the moment.