[ For a beat, Clara can only look at Red and wonder how those eyes were forgettable. Then, she leans in and closes the space between them by kissing her and taking as much comfort as she can give right now. Her hands stay in Red's hair, always gravitating there, to the warmth and softness.

When she breaks the kiss, she smiles just a little. ]

Feel free to be as selfish as you want. Maybe even a little selfishness in private.

[ She's more relaxed; there's nothing she can do about home when she's here, and she can choose to be happy right now. It's all she can control. ]

'Cause I'm starting to remember a lot of interesting moments before I left.