[ Claire nods, and then ends up opening her mouth anyway. ]
Yeah, that sounds okay.
[ That will give her enough time to actually gather herself together enough to collect what needs to be collected. She's not sure what she's going to do with any of it, but Claire supposes that she can cross that bridge when she comes to it. (Joke's on her, though, since she'll be the one with more than an armload of stuff and three dogs to contend with.)
And she knows, also, that breaks in his schedule aren't really breaks so much as self-imposed points in time where he makes himself put things down, so Claire can appreciate sectioning off something just because she asked. He's standing, and she's standing, so it seems a decent enough time to push herself up onto her toes and link her arms over his shoulders and behind his neck, stepping close to press against him and hold on for a moment. ]
[ For the first heartbeat Severus stands still and unresponsive, a bit taken aback but not at least not bluescreening. He catches up quickly enough and returns her embrace, palms slightly cool on her back. He lets his hands raise to her shoulderblades when they part, flickering a brief, small smile. ]
[ Her return volley of a smile is small and not really as packed with light as is her standard fanfare, but it's there, and it's genuine even if it's tight. Claire lingers in the radius of his embrace long enough only for it not to seem like she's running away, and then moves to open the door for him. Floor five bleeds into the room, but it's still a quiet hallway. It strikes her how much it actually means that he came all the way down here - - now edging into multiples - just to check up on her. She would find that mostly annoying if it was anyone else, but Severus manages to be unobtrusive in that way.
The door slides open and she catches and releases his hand in a brief squeeze on his way out. ]
[ It's true that Severus does not like being on this floor (why, w h y did they all move down here); he doesn't want to deal with Black and Lupin, and he doesn't want to deal with Black's reaction to knowing he doesn't want to deal with him, but-- whatever.
He steps into the hall, then turns around, giving Claire one last nod before he shifts slightly to one side and vanishes. ]
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Yeah, that sounds okay.
[ That will give her enough time to actually gather herself together enough to collect what needs to be collected. She's not sure what she's going to do with any of it, but Claire supposes that she can cross that bridge when she comes to it. (Joke's on her, though, since she'll be the one with more than an armload of stuff and three dogs to contend with.)
And she knows, also, that breaks in his schedule aren't really breaks so much as self-imposed points in time where he makes himself put things down, so Claire can appreciate sectioning off something just because she asked. He's standing, and she's standing, so it seems a decent enough time to push herself up onto her toes and link her arms over his shoulders and behind his neck, stepping close to press against him and hold on for a moment. ]
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I'll see you.
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The door slides open and she catches and releases his hand in a brief squeeze on his way out. ]
See ya.
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He steps into the hall, then turns around, giving Claire one last nod before he shifts slightly to one side and vanishes. ]