[ Her expression turns quizzical, both at the terminology and at his confusion over which she's bothered by. Quizzical and kind of surprised because it's not the reaction that she was holding her breath against but at the same time how could she have expected any less? It strikes her as odd that the answer wouldn't be obvious, though she does suppose that the wizarding world probably has more to worry about than people's sexual orientation.
She'll agree with him on the prick part, even if her anger simmers down into little flames wanting to lick the tension from the fifth floor sometimes before it builds itself up again and steams. ]
I'd be extremely worried if she showed up here, because she would have absolutely no reference for what to do and would probably end up dead. [ But that's it. Claire is a serial monogamist and she's not a cheater. Once she's involved with someone, she's involved until something forces her not to be. Whether that's a design of her own making or some external circumstance, it just depends. But he doesn't have anything to be concerned about. ] I'm not worried about - if she showed up, you and me, that wouldn't change. We weren't even really together. I mean, there was something, but it's nothing I could put a name to. I think it was on a collision course, anyway. We were never really on the same page about a lot of things.
[ Claire takes a moment to collect the frayed and scattered thoughts littered around her head and realizes that she has moved one of her hands from her knee away and fisted it in the bedspread. Her brow furrows, and she makes a show of thinking before speaking. ]
It isn't - there are a lot of really bigoted opinions about the subject at home. I grew up in a state where that kind of thing was barely tolerated. Maybe by my generation but after that it gets a little sketchy, even then it gets a little sketchy. That's the fear inherent in bringing it up at all, if fear is what you want to call it. And it's not - it's not so cut and dry. Like boy, girl, it's not about that. I don't know. I've never brought it up to anyone before.
[ She and Gretchen never even really talked about what it was or what it meant or how Claire felt about it. It was something that just kind of happened and continued to happen and the parameters and logistics and vernacular surrounding it never mattered. It's never been about gender, is what she's trying to say. Also that, yes, someone was being senseless. ]
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She'll agree with him on the prick part, even if her anger simmers down into little flames wanting to lick the tension from the fifth floor sometimes before it builds itself up again and steams. ]
I'd be extremely worried if she showed up here, because she would have absolutely no reference for what to do and would probably end up dead. [ But that's it. Claire is a serial monogamist and she's not a cheater. Once she's involved with someone, she's involved until something forces her not to be. Whether that's a design of her own making or some external circumstance, it just depends. But he doesn't have anything to be concerned about. ] I'm not worried about - if she showed up, you and me, that wouldn't change. We weren't even really together. I mean, there was something, but it's nothing I could put a name to. I think it was on a collision course, anyway. We were never really on the same page about a lot of things.
[ Claire takes a moment to collect the frayed and scattered thoughts littered around her head and realizes that she has moved one of her hands from her knee away and fisted it in the bedspread. Her brow furrows, and she makes a show of thinking before speaking. ]
It isn't - there are a lot of really bigoted opinions about the subject at home. I grew up in a state where that kind of thing was barely tolerated. Maybe by my generation but after that it gets a little sketchy, even then it gets a little sketchy. That's the fear inherent in bringing it up at all, if fear is what you want to call it. And it's not - it's not so cut and dry. Like boy, girl, it's not about that. I don't know. I've never brought it up to anyone before.
[ She and Gretchen never even really talked about what it was or what it meant or how Claire felt about it. It was something that just kind of happened and continued to happen and the parameters and logistics and vernacular surrounding it never mattered. It's never been about gender, is what she's trying to say. Also that, yes, someone was being senseless. ]