[ When she feels him start to pull away, Claire lets him, a little reluctantly. She's already taken so much tonight, she can't ask for more of him. ]

I don't mean to repay you by stitching you back up. That's - different.

[ This moment right now, is the two of them. Not what they do, and what brings them together more often than not. This is them shedding layers, offering bits and pieces about themselves that have nothing to do with their chosen vocations.

But it's also more difficult when they're not hiding behind them, when she's here, feeling raw and exposed and younger than she actually is. ]

Like. I could make you dinner, one of these days. A proper Cuban meal.