Huffing out a gentle breath, almost offended by his words, as if it's surprising that she'd have been, Claire sits by Frank's side, fingers linked together, resting on her lap. She's smiling, though, because - in more than one way, Frank reminds her of Matt. Matt got the brunt of her fear, and her worries, because he was the first of them to need her help.
Maybe it'd be different if they were in New York. Maybe it'd be different if Frank was still hunting down people and killing them. But he isn't, not here.
"What would you have me do? Shut you out?" She shrugs softly, biting the inside of her lip. It isn't who she is, never has been, and never will be. She can't even consider it.
"Feel free to tell me no, but... would you let me try something? It involves touching you."
Might as well tell him, instead of having him flinch away if she tries without permission.
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Maybe it'd be different if they were in New York. Maybe it'd be different if Frank was still hunting down people and killing them. But he isn't, not here.
"What would you have me do? Shut you out?" She shrugs softly, biting the inside of her lip. It isn't who she is, never has been, and never will be. She can't even consider it.
"Feel free to tell me no, but... would you let me try something? It involves touching you."
Might as well tell him, instead of having him flinch away if she tries without permission.