WHO: Sam Winchester [badlyobstinate], Claire Bennet [oww_pavement] WHAT: Claire is a little upset at what happened to her, Sam goes to try his hand at cheering her up. WHERE: Outside Claire's house WHEN: Last night
She saw him approaching from the window already when he came, and, jumping up from her seat, she walked out, arms instinctively going around her as she shielded herself from the cold.
"Hey," she said, voice a bit weak. "I'm... really glad you showed up."
Swallowing hard, she looked back at the door--
She really didn't want to go in there right now. Not with Peter and the whole rest of the world in there now because Peter was just too damn nice.
"Here, let's... walk," she said, nodding her head in one direction to start them up as she put her hands in her pockets and stared at the floor.
Sam glanced up quickly at the sound of a voice. The suddenly jerk out of his own thoughts had startled him just slightly. "Yeah. It's no problem at all," he assured her softly. She sounded like she wasn't doing well right now, and that was a bit worrisome. Should she really be going that far from her home if...?
It wasn't like he was going to walk with her all over the island. They'd be within close enough range he could carry her back quickly if something happened to her. Besides, with accelerated, supernatural like healing she'd probably be alright. He hoped she would at any rate.
"Sure," he agreed, waiting a little for her to start the course. He'd walk, let her talk and lead the way until she felt better. Unless she wanted his input on something, he wasn't sure what to say right now. Maybe even just the presence of someone else was what she was looking for.
"Uhhh," Sam said a little uncomfortably. His mind instantly flashed to a dream he'd had of Bela. Dean certainly wouldn't agree with that, but it wasn't really feelings. That was just...
Clearing his throat a bit, Sam shook his head. "Not really, no," he said. "All the girls I've liked have been pretty well like by other people. There have been a few..." he paused for a moment trying to think of a good word to describe Ruby. "Friends I've had that aren't exactly favorites of my family. I think they're over that now though." His face clouded over for a moment as a few questions he'd been trying to keep at bay raised their heads again.
"Why?" he finally asked, banishing the thoughts that threatened to keep plucking away at his brain until it broke down. "Is there someone that...?" Was he really allowed to ask this?
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"Hey," she said, voice a bit weak. "I'm... really glad you showed up."
Swallowing hard, she looked back at the door--
She really didn't want to go in there right now. Not with Peter and the whole rest of the world in there now because Peter was just too damn nice.
"Here, let's... walk," she said, nodding her head in one direction to start them up as she put her hands in her pockets and stared at the floor.
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It wasn't like he was going to walk with her all over the island. They'd be within close enough range he could carry her back quickly if something happened to her. Besides, with accelerated, supernatural like healing she'd probably be alright. He hoped she would at any rate.
"Sure," he agreed, waiting a little for her to start the course. He'd walk, let her talk and lead the way until she felt better. Unless she wanted his input on something, he wasn't sure what to say right now. Maybe even just the presence of someone else was what she was looking for.
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Starting up a slow sort of pace, she took a deep breath.
"Have you ever had feelings for someone who no one else approved of and who probably didn't even have feelings back?"
That was a good place to start, right? There was so much to talk about. Things were a mess right now, and...
She really needed to get them out, one way or another.
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Clearing his throat a bit, Sam shook his head. "Not really, no," he said. "All the girls I've liked have been pretty well like by other people. There have been a few..." he paused for a moment trying to think of a good word to describe Ruby. "Friends I've had that aren't exactly favorites of my family. I think they're over that now though." His face clouded over for a moment as a few questions he'd been trying to keep at bay raised their heads again.
"Why?" he finally asked, banishing the thoughts that threatened to keep plucking away at his brain until it broke down. "Is there someone that...?" Was he really allowed to ask this?
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