Heron Lake Plateau cruisin' through the alley

Clover didn't fuck off. In fact, she drew closer as he collapsed to the earth. His words were rewarded with a clipped growl. She made a dumb decision about Screech, I totally get that. But not then—then, she wanted to kick his ass. So why did you wanna defy her then? Her ears pricked, not liking the idea of it at all. She loved their big sister, and she thought that he did, too. He does fuckin' suck. We gotta get him out of here, she grumbled, though there was no way he couldn't catch the words she said. Clover inched ever closer, batting her lashes. Wanna help me give him some gentle nudges? Hearing he didn't like him was enough for Clover to forgive him, but she was still salty he didn't help her to bite his face off. Screech had unquestionably put her in her place that one day, but that was that one day. With some practice and some sass, she was certain she'd get him out of there soon enough. 

As far as him not crying, she rolled her eyes. Would you just look at yourself? Lort Tegan. You're the mayor of Sad City. Why so glum, anyway? See? Clover cared.