[RL with Rachel]

[immortal_vino]

Claire stood at the kitchen sink, watching blood from his hands and humming to himself in contentment. Tempting smells issued from the oven, and from the bubbling pot on his stove, and a bit of music floated through the apartment from the radio in the corner - a bit of soft jazz, Claire's favourite.

He was cooking something that seemed like it was going to turn out, the music was nice, and his wife was napping happily on the couch.

Life just couldn't get much better.