[ No, not really. It's too chilly, for starters, even if she does have to admit that his has more character than hers does. That picture of Texas is still the only focal point that her quarters can boast. But no.
Primarily, once he's standing, she's more interested in occupying the space between them rather than the space around them. It's just an embrace, but she's lived a life filled with hugs good morning and goodnight and goodbye and everything good and bad in between. Warm comfort is what she knows best, what she was raised on, and it's easier to communicate everything that you want to say like this than it is to spend minutes that feel like hours agonizing over the right thing to say when there is no right thing.
Life sucks, here and at home, and Claire knows that no one has really ever been gentle with him, and she hopes she can impart some of what she feels he deserves better this way, with her arms looped over his shoulders and neck and one foot nearly treading on his, than she can by fumbling around with starts and stops and sentences that ring hollow or have no destination. ]
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[ No, not really. It's too chilly, for starters, even if she does have to admit that his has more character than hers does. That picture of Texas is still the only focal point that her quarters can boast. But no.
Primarily, once he's standing, she's more interested in occupying the space between them rather than the space around them. It's just an embrace, but she's lived a life filled with hugs good morning and goodnight and goodbye and everything good and bad in between. Warm comfort is what she knows best, what she was raised on, and it's easier to communicate everything that you want to say like this than it is to spend minutes that feel like hours agonizing over the right thing to say when there is no right thing.
Life sucks, here and at home, and Claire knows that no one has really ever been gentle with him, and she hopes she can impart some of what she feels he deserves better this way, with her arms looped over his shoulders and neck and one foot nearly treading on his, than she can by fumbling around with starts and stops and sentences that ring hollow or have no destination. ]