On my “obsessed with Clive” streak again and can we talk about how insane he must have felt when one day his partner, friend (platonic soulmate imo) showed up to work one day and was kinda racist with no explanation, or randomly tried to Dom him out of the blue or just see her stare off into space for like 30 seconds or on the blue brain like a solid minute and have absolutely no explanation until years down the line when she stabs herself in front of him? Imagine how he must have felt wondering, if she’s almost always on a brain, how much of her do I really see? Who is she really?















