As Narcissus raised a casual hand to brush away a strand of Clue's platinum-blond hair, the blond in question knew at once that what he was feeling was real, and wasn't going to go away. In fact, those feelings had been there for a while, pawing with yearning at the back of his heart. But he was not sure what, if anything, he was supposed to do with those feelings. Being a strange, singular creature, Clue was open to doing and saying things that nobody else did — but he did not want to risk his friendship with Narcissus.

And so those feelings returned sullenly to the back of his heart.

"I prefer being invisible", Clue replied dully, not joining Narcissus on the grass but leaning his head against the tree trunk and looking up at the cold blue sky.