[ He hates how hard it is to accept what he's seeing with his own eyes, no matter what his instincts tell him. Allison seems so convinced that he can't bring himself to warn her against getting close.
When Claire greets him at her mother's prompting, without questioning a word, his mouth goes dry. It takes him more time to get up his nerve, then he manages a small smile and breaks the awkward silence he created. ]
Hello, Claire.
[ Somehow it seems important to repeat her name, as if that can cement her where they are, and he finds that he wants to memorize her face that isn't obscured in some burned up tabloid. ]
She looks like you. [ His voice cracks in the middle, and he curses himself for saying something so obvious. Another moment and he abruptly steps back to give them the space they deserve. ]
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When Claire greets him at her mother's prompting, without questioning a word, his mouth goes dry. It takes him more time to get up his nerve, then he manages a small smile and breaks the awkward silence he created. ]
Hello, Claire.
[ Somehow it seems important to repeat her name, as if that can cement her where they are, and he finds that he wants to memorize her face that isn't obscured in some burned up tabloid. ]
She looks like you. [ His voice cracks in the middle, and he curses himself for saying something so obvious. Another moment and he abruptly steps back to give them the space they deserve. ]