[ claire's eyes flick back up to owen's face, sharp even with the remnants of her nightmares clawing at her. ]
I'm pretty sure you know exactly what I dream about, Owen.
[ it's not a flat "no," or a quick subject change, which is definitelyโ different. it's avoidant, absolutely, but not an immediate attempt to shove him right back out again.
she reaches up for his hand, tugging it carefully away from her messy face, though she doesn't pull his fingers from her hair yet. she's still covered in sweat, shaky and unbalanced, and she realizes she really needs a shower.
she'll take care of that soon. she'll do that instead of going back to sleep. ]
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I'm pretty sure you know exactly what I dream about, Owen.
[ it's not a flat "no," or a quick subject change, which is definitelyโ different. it's avoidant, absolutely, but not an immediate attempt to shove him right back out again.
she reaches up for his hand, tugging it carefully away from her messy face, though she doesn't pull his fingers from her hair yet. she's still covered in sweat, shaky and unbalanced, and she realizes she really needs a shower.
she'll take care of that soon. she'll do that instead of going back to sleep. ]