Clarkston at the Trafalgar Theatre is a small story with a big heartbeat. It starts gently, but the pull is steady: two lives colliding in a place that feels stuck, with humor stitched through the ache. The performances are beautifully grounded; you can feel the hope, fear, and awkward tenderness in every pause. The staging is simple and precise, letting the words (and the silences) do the heavy lifting. What lingers is the way it captures loneliness, friendship, and the tug-of-war between leaving and staying. It’s unshowy, moving, and sneaks up on you.