There was always a feeling of not belonging, as long as he'd been a Heart. If he was honest about it, he'd brought most of it on himself, but no twelve year old deals with change easily. Especially the way change had happened for the Novaks, back then.

He knows Clive hates it when Chives fusses; it's the Kelly in him, Jordan's always figured. They were always sort of odd, for old Spades. Jordan smiles a little at the butler and pockets his blade. It'll be impeccably polished to distract him while the doctor puts in the stitches he might require. Then there will be dodging at least some of the family so he can get to work.

"Until then, Chives."

It's a thank you, really. They both know it.