[ There's a soft snort to that. Honestly, for how often they both say it...

But he leans easily into that touch of foreheads, closing his eyes and focusing on breathing without triggering the cough. ]

No more missing. I promise.

[ He's been scattered this week, understandably.

Clive pulls away, and Joshua sits back against the couch cushions, resting his head and keeping his eyes closed. Speaking of things he's been missing... ]

Or slept much, for that matter. It hasn't come easily.

[ He's silent for a second, gently clenching his closed hand into a fist, then lets out a soft sigh. ]

But before any of that, there is... something I should tell you about.