Clock are amazing. The ones from the distant past were, at least. Their electronic version were more efficient, and far more advanced, but ask anyone and they would tell you that the ancient boxes full of gears were far more compelling.
One underrated aspect of the now ancient contraptions was the iconic sound they made. To this day, the rhythmic clicks was synonymous with the passage of time, and in a silent room, they helped ward off the oppressive silence of a very awkward situation. As the century prepared to make another turn, the gear operated clocks had long since disappeared, leaving people to endure the pressure of sitting in silence, each waiting for the others to say something.
"So… How have been, Finn?"
Oliver tried to be the one to breath the silence, but all he got in return was a glare from a very angry young boy. Just look at him—he even got his arms crossed. That shows how truly pissed he was.
"C'mon, man. We didn't mean to ruin things for you."
