[log taking place concurrently with willresistance's post] oh life with your shoulders in the mirror
* West may possibly wake Claire by uh, biting her ear a little. He is WORRIED but he's still a guy, okay.
* Claire squeaks and wiggles her way awake, pressing into him if he's near enough. "Nmmm?" That's articulate, Claire.
* West is totes near enough, he must be attached to Claire at all times in her vicinity. "Morning." That smile is seriously going to blind someone someday, yo. "I need to go somewhere for a while, but I didn't want to just leave you a note or something."
* Claire is not going to make it easy for him to want to leave, okay, she's snuggly. "Mm, morning." She tilts her head at that. "Okay. What time is it?" Already, she's stretching over him to get a look at the clock.
"Eightish." Awgawd, the snuggling kills him a little. He pulls her onto his lap, which is ...a necessity, shut up. "Lessie called. I might not be gone long, but I don't know." Claire ears are for biting, and whispering in for no reason! "There's coffee if you want it."
* Claire is totally okay with being in his lap, it's like her second home by now. She shivers at the ear-biting, and closes her eyes, still languid and sleepy. "Be careful." He will be, she knows. "Coffee sounds good. I don't know if I wanna move yet."
Ahahah Alessandra, West clearly is totally loyal to you, for there is basically NOTHING ELSE ON EARTH sans like, the opportunity to punch Pres. Petrelli in the face that could get him out of this room right now. "Don't. I'll crawl in with you when I get back."
* Claire turns half-around to kiss his jawline, because that is clearly conducive to this conversation. "Sounds /very/ good. Tomorrow we go to Midland, right?"
"Unless something changes, yeah." ....AHAHHAHA oh god ._. He maybe moves his head a little to give her better access, because that's what happens. "You don't want to go along now, do you? I can wait for you to get dressed. Lessie'd be okay with it, I think."
* Claire will maybe travel down to his neck, then...let's assume this is the side that doesn't have the hashmarks, shall we? "No, that's okay, you two do your thing. I'd be intruding." She figures if Alessandra wanted her there, she would have asked.
"You're never intruding." How can he POSSIBLY sound that severe when she's doing that? Answer: He doesn't. "I'm just not sure what we're doing. Something's wrong, I think." He pets her hair a little, possibly to encourage what she's doing--West, you need to LEAVE, you susceptible moron.
* Claire nods, a bit, which really just means she's sort of nuzzling at his neck. "You should get going, then, or I'm just gonna end up pouncing you." At least she's honest.
* West makes the verbal equivalent of a facepalm and buries his face in her hair. "If you're not still in this mood when I get back I'm going to be incredibly disappointed." HONESTY EVERYWHERE.
* Claire tries not to laugh, reaching out to idly pat his knee. "Don't worry, I plan to stay this way for /hours/." This may not actually be helping him go, Claire.
These two, ftlog. IT'S FINE, THEIR LIVES ARE KIND OF AWFUL, THEY CAN SNATCH HAPPINESS AS IT COMES IF THEY DAMN WELL WANT TO. "You're killing me." Ah, fondness. Then he kisses her for a while, FINALLY detaching to stand up. "I'll be back as soon as I can. Call if you need /anything/, okay?"
* Claire draws that kiss out for a while, and then smiles at him a bit, going to curl up under the covers again. "I will. Be good." She's kidding about that last, 'good' is impossible when you're fighting the government.
"I always am." They're such liars. HE GOES. PS later if Claire goes to get coffee she will find he has left her The Gun, because it is a hideous necessity.