[ He wouldn't understand if she tried to explain, or maybe he just wouldn't agree. She isn't sure - it isn't about safety so much than it is about company, comfort from someone who gets it. Someone who's yet to let her down, unlike others.
The familiar, soft thoughts of her mother dissipate as Claire thinks of Matt, and her chest tightens up again. The constant worry, the dread of seeing his name in the obituaries one morning, or just working when he's being wheeled in to the ER, all of it wrenches the panic back, fresh tears running down her face. She bites her lip, stays as silent as she can be.
Matt doesn't want her worry, even if she can't help herself. Ten minutes. ]
The chain isn't on, but the door's locked. Living-room window is open, though.
[ She talks in a rush, unsure if the information is helpful, her voice still shaky, still barely feeling like herself. She wonders, if she was to look in a mirror right now, if she'd recognize herself at all. ]
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The familiar, soft thoughts of her mother dissipate as Claire thinks of Matt, and her chest tightens up again. The constant worry, the dread of seeing his name in the obituaries one morning, or just working when he's being wheeled in to the ER, all of it wrenches the panic back, fresh tears running down her face. She bites her lip, stays as silent as she can be.
Matt doesn't want her worry, even if she can't help herself. Ten minutes. ]
The chain isn't on, but the door's locked. Living-room window is open, though.
[ She talks in a rush, unsure if the information is helpful, her voice still shaky, still barely feeling like herself. She wonders, if she was to look in a mirror right now, if she'd recognize herself at all. ]