[I'm pretty much an open book, he says, but Claire isn't so sure. There's so much to him, so many layers she'd like to peel off, just to see what lies underneath. She thinks he'd be willing to communicate, at least, unlike some other self-righteous, heroic men she knew.
She doesn't say anything, though, not for a moment. Just looks into his eyes, tries to reach unsaid things there, before she nods. ]
I'm ready.
[ She leans to press the button, shifting on his lap enough to be able to face the camera. It goes off one, twice, three times and then a fourth, final one, Claire making faces for the first three and turning to look at Steve for the fourth. Her palm itches with the desire to reach up and touch him, but she resists - nothing is telling her he'd want it. ]
Thank you, for keeping me company. Coming here alone feels like a bold choice, now.
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She doesn't say anything, though, not for a moment. Just looks into his eyes, tries to reach unsaid things there, before she nods. ]
I'm ready.
[ She leans to press the button, shifting on his lap enough to be able to face the camera. It goes off one, twice, three times and then a fourth, final one, Claire making faces for the first three and turning to look at Steve for the fourth. Her palm itches with the desire to reach up and touch him, but she resists - nothing is telling her he'd want it. ]
Thank you, for keeping me company. Coming here alone feels like a bold choice, now.