Quicklog: Marvel, Clem & Jake
[Clementine didn't know a thing about fuss with art supplies. She didn't know what it looked like inside the place Jake was calling home neither. She could tell it wasn't real nice, but she reckoned the boy had the house in Tuxedo, and she'd offered to sell it for him if he didn't want to handle it himself. There was money, if Jake wanted it. If he didn't want it now, well, he'd figure out soon enough there weren't no point in making himself suffer. She'd tried to rearrange Jake plenty since she'd turned up in the boy's life again, and it never worked worth a lick. Clem figured he had to do it on his own time, and she'd forged her own way once. She wasn't going to go being a hypocrite at the boy about doing the same.
These days, she was working at making amends for wrongs done, and she had some things of her own to work through, but there was time for that plenty. Tonight, she just wanted something real good to eat, and it was a real nice night for it too. Spring, and the sky clear as could be, and she watched as Jake came on out in black and white. It would do for dining, she decided, and she'd give him the clothes she'd brung when she dropped him off.
She grinned fond at him. Most days, the boy was angry as bees when someone fussed with their hives, but he was all she had left of Lore, and she loved him like burning.] Just you, starshine. Hop on in.