[ Being terrified isn't something that she's experienced so much from other people as she has from herself. Claire can still remember what it was like to figure out what she could do initially, from the first cloying breath she tried to take, feeling like she was drowning in her discovery. Zach had been freaked out in his own way. Gretchen, eventually, even if for other reasons. Alex. West. It never mattered if there was a level of abject horror; there was always some kind of response she wasn't looking for but anticipated getting. She doesn't want to set him apart from the rest - that's asking a lot - but she can't help but appreciate his response.
It's fine. It's rarely been fine. ]
How's the sandwich?
[ Maybe she would hate him, if she knew. It would definitely mean reevaluating a lot of her own convictions. But that's neither here nor there. She doesn't know. What she knows is they're here, now. ]
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It's fine. It's rarely been fine. ]
How's the sandwich?
[ Maybe she would hate him, if she knew. It would definitely mean reevaluating a lot of her own convictions. But that's neither here nor there. She doesn't know. What she knows is they're here, now. ]