Re: [declan and clementine, marvel]
I will. [He had no issue with taking instruction from the likes of a woman, despite being entirely unfamiliar with the notion of taking instruction at all. Rather, he seemed to appreciate the escape that Clementine given him in doing so. A reason to run, not walk, away from the familial mysteries that she peeled back the covers on, chatting casual as teatime despite locked doors. Declan didn't think that Clementine would speak so plainly with anyone but himself, although he tried not to find the idea that she might offensive. Declan decided to make it unimportant, and he gnawed hard on the inside of his cheek. He fought loyalty as much as he embraced it, and he'd found it easier to ignore things than to confront them, but that was just the way he'd been raised. Feeling conflicted wasn't anything new, and it usually didn't last long.
He gave Clementine one last glance before he rounded the boat's edge, back to the dock, so that he might negotiate the owner's price for her. She'd said she would take it, and as he walked away, he thought that she looked at home there. Peaceful, and he supposed the water was just like that. Calming, soothing. Declan didn't do a whole lot of buying, but he had the means. Still, he knew how to curb a deal, and by the time he was done, the owner agreed to 5k below his asking price. Assuming that Clem didn't go changing her mind, by this time tomorrow, she'd be the proud owner.]