[ It's one of his fondest memories, honestly. Sitting there with Jill, having snuck out, watching his brother finally best Lord Murdoch. He'd meant it then, when he had said that Clive would find a way to protect him no matter what, and he knows that the sentiment still holds true to this day.
But, in lieu of saying anything more just yet, he lifts his hand and gently bumps his knuckles against Clive's chest. Just as their father always had. ]
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But, in lieu of saying anything more just yet, he lifts his hand and gently bumps his knuckles against Clive's chest. Just as their father always had. ]