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[autophoenix]

Who: Claire Bennet (autophoenix) and Clark Kent (clarklike)
What: Breaking more bad news about Paradisa and losses.
When: Late morning on Friday, October 8, 2010
Where: Kitchen, First Floor, The Castle
Rating: PG

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[clarklike]

What a night. Between wedding parties and friends returning, Clark couldn't call it a bad time, either. Not even close.

It was just one of those nights. The bizarre ones.

He sped down the to the kitchen, slowing up just before the door, and he let himself in. When he saw her, he couldn't help but smile, regardless of what he had to explain to her. There was the temptation to tease her, too, about anything, just to lighten the mood, but he wasn't about to risk making it awkward.

"Claire," he said, pleasantly. "Are you okay?"

[autophoenix]

He was taller than she expected. Claire looked up from where she was scanning the contents of the fridge and slowly worked up an awkward smile. She could try her hardest and she'd still never be able to be the person all of her 'friends' remembered, and it kept the smile from reaching her eyes. Slowly, she shut the door and turned towards him, bringing both of her hands in front of her and wringing them a little bit

[clarklike]

"That's right," he said, noting that smile. "Clark Kent."

He approached, though he kept a friendly distance. Clark knew first-hand what it was like to have people know him from times he had no memory off, and that wasn't because he'd been in Paradisa before.

"You're doing better than a lot of people would, especially with all the people you don't remember."

[autophoenix]

"It helps to focus on the positives," she explained with a grim purse of her lips, shrugging and crossing her arms over her chest. Talking face to face made it harder to cope with. She could look at him and not recognize him in the slightest, but at the same time, she knew when he saw her, he saw a friend. It was … well, it was unsettling. And it made her feel vulnerable.

"I mean, for all the people who I've forgotten, I've got people trying to help me get comfortable." She chuckled. "Guess I've got the easy end of the bargain, really. I'm not the one being forgotten." It was easier when she forced herself to think of it that way, even if there was still the latent guilt chewing at her.