Re: [declan and clementine, marvel]
[He might have told her that he'd loved her plenty, if he'd been the type to get talkative or sentimental. He loved her because she was his sister, and he loved her the most because he thought that there was a kind of kinship between the two of them that didn't exist between them and the rest. Sure, he'd detested her with his whole being when he was a boy, but that faded into something like fondness with the accumulation of years. The Murphy house, for him, was months of unbearable ennui, and Clementine was a kind of relief from that. He hadn't ever been good company, and that hadn't changed much even now that he'd risen from scowling youth to mirthless man. Yet he had his moments of smooth conversation. The open road helped.
Clementine touched him and he was aware of her ever diminishing proximity before she even did so. He hadn't been looking, but he could feel it, and then there she was with a soft touch that he should have expected. He squeezed the steering wheel like a reflex, and he knew exactly what she was doing when she touched his hand in the spot where there was no longer a ring, no longer even a line from a ring. He made a good show of not taking his eyes off the road, and just knuckled the wheel a little harder without a word until he felt inclined to chime in after another mile.]
What does she want with Alexander? [Declan's tone said clearly that he didn't believe a woman would go through the trouble of trying to draw Alexander out of hiding unless she needed something desperately. And it wasn't that Declan didn't like his brother, but there were certain eccentricities that didn't make for a proper father figure.
He was still gripping the wheel a little too tight since she'd touched him, but it was lessening. Talking about things other than his marriage made for a nice distraction.] Also, what exit am I looking for?