[ Not being alone, in itself. It takes her a little while, but Claire looks up finally, puffy, blurry eyes taking in Frank's form, the bruises on his face, the bump of his broken nose, the scruff on his cheeks. She's not alone, but it's no one that wants to hurt her. It's no one that has hurt her. ]
Happens to you often?
[ She attempts to regulate her breathing, following his own, focusing on the rise and fall of his chest. Slow and steady. It wins the race. ]
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Happens to you often?
[ She attempts to regulate her breathing, following his own, focusing on the rise and fall of his chest. Slow and steady. It wins the race. ]