[ Claire falls quiet for a moment, just watching Dean. The way his eyes go far away, the way he stops minding his cup.
She waits for him to notice, to scoff and laugh the moment off. When he doesn't, she doesn't either. Lets the moment sit as it is, with its uncharacteristic weight.
Claire thinks of that often painful tightening in her chest. She thinks of Kaia. She thinks of Ellie.
She thinks that she has a lot of things figured out a lot better than Dean. The advantages of youth and changing times, maybe, although there was a gap of time where she remembers being angry at being teased for not being popular with boys.
Some things are hard.
Eventually, she reaches out, just before the coffee spills over, and balances the cup out with her hand. ]
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She waits for him to notice, to scoff and laugh the moment off. When he doesn't, she doesn't either. Lets the moment sit as it is, with its uncharacteristic weight.
Claire thinks of that often painful tightening in her chest. She thinks of Kaia. She thinks of Ellie.
She thinks that she has a lot of things figured out a lot better than Dean. The advantages of youth and changing times, maybe, although there was a gap of time where she remembers being angry at being teased for not being popular with boys.
Some things are hard.
Eventually, she reaches out, just before the coffee spills over, and balances the cup out with her hand. ]
Yeah. I get you, Dean.