[ claire just looks at him for the space of a few breaths, holding his gaze with an exhausted (but still present) flicker of her usually unflappable expression โ the cool professionalism she's perfected, butโ
after a moment, she just deflates.
she's too tired for airs right now, too shaken by the nightmare to keep that refined "i'm perfectly okay" facade up for long. ]
Until I come up something better? I have no idea, Owen.
[ and she hates admitting that, hates letting that control slip from her fingers.
she lets her forehead fall to rest against her knees still curled against her chest. it's something vulnerable, the way she's folded in on herself, and not anything she'd let most people see โ but owen is different. claire still isn't sure what the hell they have, what this is, but she's not trying quite so hard to keep her weaknesses in check around him. ]
I'm justโ so tired right now.
[ because god, she needs sleep. real sleep. something without the nightmares, without the looming pressure of work โ she needs some goddamn rest. ]
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after a moment, she just deflates.
she's too tired for airs right now, too shaken by the nightmare to keep that refined "i'm perfectly okay" facade up for long. ]
Until I come up something better? I have no idea, Owen.
[ and she hates admitting that, hates letting that control slip from her fingers.
she lets her forehead fall to rest against her knees still curled against her chest. it's something vulnerable, the way she's folded in on herself, and not anything she'd let most people see โ but owen is different. claire still isn't sure what the hell they have, what this is, but she's not trying quite so hard to keep her weaknesses in check around him. ]
I'm justโ so tired right now.
[ because god, she needs sleep. real sleep. something without the nightmares, without the looming pressure of work โ she needs some goddamn rest. ]