[ She looks... conflicted. Clash knows it's something she should expect — something she would normally want to be praised for — but she doesn't. She lapses into a long silence and searches for words that make her look cool, but she's at a loss.

She uses her bracelet to open the door, not letting go of Mabel's hand all the while. ]

After my mom left, my dad was always there for me. [ She grabs her palette, surprised at how much she's revealing right now. Once she clutches it close to her chest, she leads the way to a more open, quiet spot where they can sit and enjoy themselves without feeling cramped. ] We'd always do silly stuff like go to the park and laugh at the geese chasing me or we'd watch cartoons together, he adores me and always has.

I guess what I'm trying to say is that... you're welcome.