[ Sadly (or perhaps fortunately?) Steve predates Killer Klowns by a couple of years so he can only but imagine what kind of movie it must be. Probably not the kind he'd enjoy, either.
He does finally drag his gaze away from his Favorite Ceiling Spot (perhaps never to find it again, alas), and spares Clarke a glance. Maybe it's a bad idea to leave his fate in the hands of a girl that can't be any older than he is but. He doesn't see much other choice, and she seems to know what she's doing. They've already come this far.
He shrugs. ]
Do whatever you need to. I can handle it, it's cool, [ he says, and sweeps his eyes back up to the ceiling. The old Favorite Spot is definitely lost, but he finds a new one just as quick. ]
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He does finally drag his gaze away from his Favorite Ceiling Spot (perhaps never to find it again, alas), and spares Clarke a glance. Maybe it's a bad idea to leave his fate in the hands of a girl that can't be any older than he is but. He doesn't see much other choice, and she seems to know what she's doing. They've already come this far.
He shrugs. ]
Do whatever you need to. I can handle it, it's cool, [ he says, and sweeps his eyes back up to the ceiling. The old Favorite Spot is definitely lost, but he finds a new one just as quick. ]
Are you a big soccer fan?