[ Claire snorts with minimal amusement, scrubbing her hands over her face and back through her hair. Parts of it are still damp. She needs to brush her teeth. She needs to get the dogs. She needs to get to work on a million tasks. She wants to stay here. ]
Good morning. [ Her legs swing themselves around, thick socks pressing into the cold floor, and she pushes herself up creakily, standing and stretching with delayed gratification before turning back around to face him and reaching for his wrist. ] Hey.
[ She pulls at him, trying to tug him to standing. ]
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Good morning. [ Her legs swing themselves around, thick socks pressing into the cold floor, and she pushes herself up creakily, standing and stretching with delayed gratification before turning back around to face him and reaching for his wrist. ] Hey.
[ She pulls at him, trying to tug him to standing. ]