[ That makes Clives brow furrow a little bit, thoughtful. Dion had someone? Not that Clive can talk, after all, his tail tip tapping against the side of the chair lightly in thought. He hums softly, folding his arms over his chest as he leans back in his chair, assuming a more comfortable position in thought. ]

I just want you to be happy, Joshua. And if Dion can make you happy, then take it with both hands.

[ It was high time they live for themselves, for their own happiness. Though he sighs softly to the idea of Dion having someone, adjusting a little in his chair. ]

And... if you're not sure, ask him if he's seeing someone. It might be like Jill and I. Clinging because we understood one another, and we were memories of a better time in the past.

[ And he knows now, at least, that his and Jills relationship wasn't healthy, nor - probably - truly loving. Stolen moments of comfort, "fate"... He shakes his head a little, looking up to his brother. ]

But I won't push, nor mention it again, if that's your wish. Because you're not wrong, he truly does need friends.