{!!FAVORITE MEMORY!!}

You both find yourselves in a white room with brown flooring — just as he once described. Clive smiles softly, his eyes filled with nostalgia.

“This… this is one of my favorite memories of us.”

In the memory, he’s being cornered by bullies, and you step in without hesitation, shielding him with fierce determination. You had told him, “They’re just jealous of how cool you are,” and he never forgot it. Now, standing beside you in that same room again, the warmth of that moment lingers — a reminder of the bond that started it all.