[ It would be easier for him to accept if he was serving some practical purpose for her. With most other people he tolerates fraternizing with, he knows he's serving a purpose, maybe with the intel he can provide - be it about recon, or the ship, or magic, or even smaller, more benign things. With others it's how he can help them. He has nothing to offer Claire, who doesn't need help, who doesn't have a job on the ship.
It's just him, just the two of them, and it doesn't make any sense. ]
Yes.
[ He does. But he needs time to decide how to handle it.
[ Frustration bubbles over into exasperation bubbles over into annoyance, making the edge of that single syllable clipped, regardless of how much she wishes it wasn't. She's just as frustrated and exasperated and annoyed with herself as she is anyone, for a multitude of reasons that she doesn't have the ambition to pin down right now. Rather than embarrassing or incriminating herself further, Claire pushes the chair she's come to stand behind back in - it's already pushed in as far as it will go, and it clangs against the edge of the table and doesn't budge - and takes a step back, turning halfway toward the door. She's all the way facing by the time she says - ]
See you later.
[ And she doesn't stop or turn back around to see whatever look might be stamped across his face. She just shows herself out of the lab and wears a gloomy expression the rest of her trip back to the 5th floor. ]
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It's just him, just the two of them, and it doesn't make any sense. ]
Yes.
[ He does. But he needs time to decide how to handle it.
If at all. ]
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[ Frustration bubbles over into exasperation bubbles over into annoyance, making the edge of that single syllable clipped, regardless of how much she wishes it wasn't. She's just as frustrated and exasperated and annoyed with herself as she is anyone, for a multitude of reasons that she doesn't have the ambition to pin down right now. Rather than embarrassing or incriminating herself further, Claire pushes the chair she's come to stand behind back in - it's already pushed in as far as it will go, and it clangs against the edge of the table and doesn't budge - and takes a step back, turning halfway toward the door. She's all the way facing by the time she says - ]
See you later.
[ And she doesn't stop or turn back around to see whatever look might be stamped across his face. She just shows herself out of the lab and wears a gloomy expression the rest of her trip back to the 5th floor. ]