Clown. [Allen leans back against a tree, one gloved hand slipping into his pants pocket] I would have chosen it, though. I was in the circus as a child, so I'm familiar with it. It almost feels like home.

[A wistful nostalgia flickers in his gray eyes before fading away. "Almost" is the key word here. He smiles lightly]

It's nearly poetic, ending up where I started.