He nods. He hasn't talked about this with anyone in a long time, but it's kind of relieving, even if the forced truthfulness has been annoying. "Yeah. My mom did avant garde sculptures, and my dad did landscape paintings. A lot of his stuff is featured in hotels. Mom's stuff was a lot more niche."

Honestly, he liked working with his hands more than anything, so sculpting was a bit more his own speed, but large amounts of clay could get expensive and he didn't have the tools or the funds to work with anything beyond that. More things for future Clarence to worry about when he was being hammered down by the relentless sledge of Capitalism.

"So are you gonna try it out? Getting married and having kids?" He looks up at Anthony. "What if you hate it but you don't hate your partner, and like your kids but are terrible at raising them? How do you fix that?"