[ When she looks up - which feels like it takes about eleven hours, every centimeter more excruciating than the next and why? - Claire catches the look on his face, however brief, and immediately experiences some unmitigated horror and half-formed, there-and-gone thought that she's actually caused some amount of pain by stepping on him which seems like it should be more awkward than stepping on him in the first place. Thankfully it doesn't last, and she doesn't have time or opportunity to ruminate on why this is so strange now in the first place. Not that she hasn't already had plenty of chances to do that since she came back. ]
Hey, I'm the one who stepped on your foot.
[ Claire offers the sort of smile that she gives to people out of obligation, though it's no less sincere, but she still feels like an asshole for doing it. Especially with him. She keeps trying to make things better only to suspect that she's making everything worse. And it's only been about twenty seconds. She steps back, too. ]
Going somewhere cold?
[ You know, because of the scarf. Although in the back of her mind she is pretty sure she knows exactly where he was planning to go. ]
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Hey, I'm the one who stepped on your foot.
[ Claire offers the sort of smile that she gives to people out of obligation, though it's no less sincere, but she still feels like an asshole for doing it. Especially with him. She keeps trying to make things better only to suspect that she's making everything worse. And it's only been about twenty seconds. She steps back, too. ]
Going somewhere cold?
[ You know, because of the scarf. Although in the back of her mind she is pretty sure she knows exactly where he was planning to go. ]