Where do I even begin [Claire & Sam]

[notantichrist]

Related to thisSam 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

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[thecheerleader]

"I'm glad you called," Claire replied, tilting her head up to kiss him. She knew that something was wrong. It had been in his voice when he had called, and it was in his eyes now. She assumed he was going to tell her about it now. "Is everything okay?"

[notantichrist]

"Yeah," Sam nodded. "Everything is alright." And it was. It was just...weird and possibly refundable. He wasn't really sure.

"Come on and sit down. I got pizza and do you want a soda or something?" he asked as he went toward the kitchen to grab a beer and whatever she wanted.

[thecheerleader]

"Sure." She took a seat on the couch, letting him handle the drinks. "I'll take a coke." She wasn't buying that everything was fine, but maybe they'd get to that.

[notantichrist]

Sam nodded and snagged a coke from the fridge for her. He twisted the top on his beer off, threw it away and brought a couple of plates to the coffee table where the pizza was. He sat down, handed her a plate and got a slice of pizza for himself.

"How was your day?"

He was getting to what was wrong, he just wanted to ease into it.