[ Bad enough to say you wanted to be dead, Claire thinks, but she's not really prepared to have that kind of a conversation following where she's just been and with how much she just wants to be here, with him, without having to get into the heavy details. That's all she does, though, is skirt around heavy details. The same way that she skirts around feeling as ashamed as she does complimented to be praised in that kind of way.
Claire knows that she's kind, and loyal, and apparently ferocious, but she's also secretive, and selfish, and manipulative, and although the worst of those things she has been trying to put behind her for years, they're still there. Kind is such a simple word but more than anything she gets stuck on it, especially around him, knowing the way that people treated him growing up, knowing some of what he's been through and what he'll go through. That knowledge doesn't persuade her to treat him any differently than she would if she didn't know, but maybe it makes her think that he deserves it more. Especially more than he allows himself. ]
I still don't know about beautiful. [ Bullets and broken glass and split bones and knitting skin, that copper tang that she has swallowed a hundred times. She lets the pad of her thumb catch across one of his knuckles and thinks that one day she might possibly see it his way, but - ] I'll take ferocious, though.
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Claire knows that she's kind, and loyal, and apparently ferocious, but she's also secretive, and selfish, and manipulative, and although the worst of those things she has been trying to put behind her for years, they're still there. Kind is such a simple word but more than anything she gets stuck on it, especially around him, knowing the way that people treated him growing up, knowing some of what he's been through and what he'll go through. That knowledge doesn't persuade her to treat him any differently than she would if she didn't know, but maybe it makes her think that he deserves it more. Especially more than he allows himself. ]
I still don't know about beautiful. [ Bullets and broken glass and split bones and knitting skin, that copper tang that she has swallowed a hundred times. She lets the pad of her thumb catch across one of his knuckles and thinks that one day she might possibly see it his way, but - ] I'll take ferocious, though.