In Clive's opinion, they'd all had dreams that felt like they could be real. He'd had more than his fair share over the years, especially right after Regina had left. He knew it was for good reasons, now, but that didn't mean it hadn't stuck with him since then. But she was so insistent, and maybe she was on to something. There was a lot that had happened in the last few months that Clive certainly wasn't able to explain, and wasn't about to try, either. "A ginger teenage boy..." He was mentally going through his class rosters, trying to think if anyone fit that description, and there were a few. "If I can help, you know I will, baby." That much was a promise.
"You're always welcome here, you know that." Even if Chuck was home, that was a conversation they'd face together. Who knew how their son would take the news that his mother was back, and looked no older than him? Hopefully better than Clive would at his age, that was for damn sure. "You're not dying," even saying that had his chest tightening in ways he wasn't ready for, and he pulled her that much closer to him. "It's all right. We're all right. And we don't have to be apart anymore." Because if she thought Clive was going to walk away now, she had something else coming. They hadn't defined their relationship, this was true, not since she'd come back, but she'd always had his heart. Clive wasn't ashamed of that. "Hey... you want some food? I was going to make breakfast soon."