Where do I even begin [Claire & Sam]
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Sam sat on the couch in his apartment, hands knit together loosely between his knees. He was trying to sort out everything. He needed to tell Claire what was going on but he had no idea how to tell her. He'd gone over and over it in his mind since he'd called her a few hours ago. He had pizza from a place around the corner that she liked and beer for him. He had a feeling he was going to need the beer to get through this.
There was a soft knock on the door and he stood up, walked across the still sparsely furnished living room to open it. He knew he should probably check to make sure it was Claire but he didn't. He unlocked the door and swung it open, a smile curving his lips despite the reason he had invited Claire here.
"Hey," he greeted her, reaching out to wrap an arm around her waist and pull her inside so that he could bend over and kiss her. "I'm glad you came over."
Sam sat on the couch in his apartment, hands knit together loosely between his knees. He was trying to sort out everything. He needed to tell Claire what was going on but he had no idea how to tell her. He'd gone over and over it in his mind since he'd called her a few hours ago. He had pizza from a place around the corner that she liked and beer for him. He had a feeling he was going to need the beer to get through this.
There was a soft knock on the door and he stood up, walked across the still sparsely furnished living room to open it. He knew he should probably check to make sure it was Claire but he didn't. He unlocked the door and swung it open, a smile curving his lips despite the reason he had invited Claire here.
"Hey," he greeted her, reaching out to wrap an arm around her waist and pull her inside so that he could bend over and kiss her. "I'm glad you came over."