Day 56: Bus 3

[rocksthecourt]

Waking carried a sense of disappointment along with it for the first time in a long time. Klavier actually sighed in irritation when he realized where he was. Damn it all. So they hadn't managed to move quickly enough to cover as much ground as they had hoped. It was a shame, really. Last night had actually proven to be relatively productive. If

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[savagesolitude]

She had stopped shoving at him. Damon could be thankful for that much. In all honesty, she might have continued until he was out of the seat entirely if he hadn't turned the tables on her. And as she stared at him with wide eyes and a wary kink in her brow, she found herself wondering how she had been so stupid as to say that.

It was true though, wasn't it?

Even if she had all but ripped Damon and Boone apart in her mind, there was an immovable thread between the two. He just looked so much like him. Boone with dye in his hair. Although it was taking her mind some time to catch up with what had just come out of her mouth, she couldn't deny that if Damon had been honest with her that day - that night - that if he had convinced her of what he was and what he needed, she might have given it a thought.

Now, though?

The bus jolted. Claire nearly went with it, thrusting a hand against the front seat to brace herself. The machine then squealed, puffed, and shut down. A hasty glance out the window told her all she needed to know.

Claire didn't even bother waiting for Damon to move, immediately clambering over him and shuffling into line, out of his reach. She didn't care how ridiculous it looked. He might have tried to keep her there until she gave him an answer.

She couldn't very well offer anything if she hadn't decided yet.