You felt so stupid. Confession upon hints to the agent, yet Clove still didn't take the hint. Did you have to spell it out for them? Write it down and hand it to them yourself?

Yeah, it did mean that. It meant exactly that.

Clove and you were writing little letters to send off to other people within the agency for the heck of it. You looked at your own, addressed to Clove with words of love inside.

"Ay, whatcha got there? Addressed to me, huh?" They smirked slightly, looking at the sealed letter, their thumb caressing the paper. "May I open it?" They questioned you gently, noticing the slightly anxious expression you were wearing.