Clarence hummed. "Yeah, makes sense if you were separated from them early on."

A huge part of Clarence wanted to roll his eyes, but he didn't feel like Elliott of all people deserved that. Instead he sighed, forcing frustration into his pencil instead of allowing it into his voice.

Instead, he found himself fighting back a small lump in his throat that he had to clear away. "... Did I ever tell you that I was adopted at one point?"