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you and I'll be safe and sound
Who: Lee and Clem
What: FATHER'S DAY
When: Sunday
Where: Cuteness HQ
After some input from people over the journals, Clem made herself busy. She was pretty set on getting Lee something or at the very least doing something for him even before making her entry, but the reassurance that it wasn't weird was nice. She owed Lee a lot, and if she could do something to make him happy, she'd do it.
So, bright and early on Sunday, she sneaks in to wake him up, climbing onto his bed and carefully shaking his arm. She doesn't want to scare him or make him think there's some sort of emergency, of course.
"Lee!" She whispers.
What: FATHER'S DAY
When: Sunday
Where: Cuteness HQ
After some input from people over the journals, Clem made herself busy. She was pretty set on getting Lee something or at the very least doing something for him even before making her entry, but the reassurance that it wasn't weird was nice. She owed Lee a lot, and if she could do something to make him happy, she'd do it.
So, bright and early on Sunday, she sneaks in to wake him up, climbing onto his bed and carefully shaking his arm. She doesn't want to scare him or make him think there's some sort of emergency, of course.
"Lee!" She whispers.
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Instead, he's just reaching up to playfully (and sleepily) try to ruffle her hair.
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She tries to not think about that as she huffs under Lee's hand, hair still kept neat and short. Just in case.
"Lee," she insists, "Get up! It's already late."
She doesn't want to remind him that it's Father's Day because she's not sure if he's been thinking about it as much as she has.
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Lee does roll out of bed with a little groan at her insistence, though, not irritated or grumpy - just sleepy.
"What are we late for?"
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"A surprise." She smiles. If he can't figure it out on his own, maybe that's for the best.
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Lee wouldn't be entirely surprised. It's kind of adorable, okay.
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"You should open the door."
Because she definitely didn't leave a giant, posterboard-sized drawing out there of herself and Lee (no dead things in this drawing), meticulously colored and featuring a rather detailed castle. There's totally not a wrapped box next to said drawing, containing a mug, either.
Most adults drink coffee, right?
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Father's Day. He wonders if it's bad that he can physically feel his heart aching in his chest, and before he bothers approaching the box with the coffee mug, he just twists and kneels down, wrapping Clem tightly in his arms.
"Sweet pea."
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She owes Lee a lot, and she knows it. No one would ever replace her parents, but Lee deserved a show of thanks--even if it was small.
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He just continues to hold her for a moment - because as much as he misses his dad, he can't imagine what it must be like for a little girl who's been through as much as she has, tough as nails or not. He briefly considers telling her that it's the best and only Father's Day gift he's ever received, but Clem is sharp. She knows that, and it suddenly seems cruel to actually give a name to the day when she can't celebrate it with either of her actual parents.
Finally, finally, he'll lean back, release her from the hug but keep a light grip on her upper arms.
"That's.. you did really well. Thanks."
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"You can go back to bed now, if you want."
Whatever, it's Father's day, he can do what he wants.
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But he stands up then, touching his hand to the top of her head as he studies the mural.
"How long did this take you?"
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"... a day. All day." Which explains the little yawn and the stretching of her arms. Drawing took a lot out of you when you had a deadline. Lee's close enough, so she leans some of her weight against him.
"Better than an axe, right?"
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And then, impulsively, Lee will lean down and swing her up into his arms. Is nine too old to be picked up? Probably. He doesn't care. He's just going to take her back to the bed, tossing her playfully onto the blankets.
"How about I go downstairs and get us some breakfast?"
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"Can we have pancakes and chocolate milk?"
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"I'll go get on that right now. You stay put, alright?"
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To prove her point, she wiggles under the blankets and pulls them up to her chin. It's not even close to chilly in Paradisa, but the warmth is comfortable, and the blankets are soft.
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