We've talked about entrails. [ Check out these romantic notions, man. Severus doesn't comment on going it alone - he knows, even as someone who's very much accustomed to working on his own and having no one to (honestly) support him. Even here he's not reliant on anyone else, he just accepts the system and works with it - something he wouldn't have such an easy time sorting out if he weren't used to being the only one working. Draco doesn't seem like he's going to be able to slip quietly into a functional role. ]
[ 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. ]
[ Token resistance at first, Severus lets himself be hauled to his feet. ]
Kicking me out of my own room already? [ As if he doesn't have a ton of shit to do. Severus has to go take a shower and get coffee and get down to the labs and carry on with work - he needs to catch up with some smaller things he's let lapse while recon was going on, too. ]
[ 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. ]
[ Physical affection is one of those things lonely people daydream about and then learn to deal with never having. Severus's primary experiences with people touching him are instances of people hurting him, and he's still moving back and forth in his head about how he feels about what's been progressing with Claire. Is he starving to be held like this - for her to sleep beside him, kiss him, grab his hand? Or is it overwhelming and uncomfortable?
He pulls his arms around her and presses his face against her hair. Tells his head to shut the hell up. He does want it, as horrible and selfish as it is of him. ]
[ With one hand on the back of his neck, Claire holds on just a moment longer than is probably necessary. Trying to convey something, she doesn't know what, and just hoping that it translates all the same. That maybe she doesn't always understand completely what's going on with him but that she's here to hear it anyway, do what she can. That's nothing new for Claire, even if their circumstances are, which is why she doesn't need to carefully examine it the way she did and does and will continue to do the other facets of their relationship. This is natural for her. She's not afraid to be a support system for him.
Eventually she lets go, sort of lingers in his personal space to bring both palms to either side of his face and kiss him, briefly, before stepping back to find her shoes. ]
noooooooooooooo
Well, good morning. [ Bleehh. ]
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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. ]
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Kicking me out of my own room already? [ As if he doesn't have a ton of shit to do. Severus has to go take a shower and get coffee and get down to the labs and carry on with work - he needs to catch up with some smaller things he's let lapse while recon was going on, too. ]
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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. ]
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He pulls his arms around her and presses his face against her hair. Tells his head to shut the hell up. He does want it, as horrible and selfish as it is of him. ]
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Eventually she lets go, sort of lingers in his personal space to bring both palms to either side of his face and kiss him, briefly, before stepping back to find her shoes. ]