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How many people celebrate Christmas here? Or Hanukkah? and on that note, is anyone doing anything on the 25th?

[Private to Peter, much later]
hey. can I ask you some questions about something? a medical something.

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[She shows up at his apartment without sending notice. Partly because she wasn't sure she was going to go there at all. Claire feels a little awkward after the masquerade but they do have something they need to do. Although she remembers how freaked out he got when she asked if he wanted to see her ability, she thinks she's doing him a favor in helping him figure out how and if the anti-powers setting on his gun will work or not. It's also selfish, too. The idea of being able to feel normal for a little bit is massively appealing to her. Plus, there are certain people ~~Syla~~r she's considering using it on if worse comes to worse.

Knocking a little timidly at the door, she hopes he's home. She also hopes this isn't going to be too weird.]

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Dooon't worry. I'll keep an eye on you.

[Yes, how reassuring.]

[Teasing side-eye.] Uh huh. [Chugs half the bottle. Breathes out when she stops.]

Just remember that I'm a lot tougher than I look. Ability or not.

[...No way. No way. It's already hitting her. She doesn't even realize it yet. Just getting a little more silly, her smile a little more easy. Less practiced, more lazy and effortless.]

Nah if I didn't trust you I wouldn't be here.

Aw, thanks.

[He's actually really touched that she says she trusts him, even if he doesn't entirely believe it. Of course she came to him. He's the only one around here with a weapon like this. But it's a nice thing to say, anyway.]

[She doesn't trust anyone fully. Not really. But as far as new people she's met here he makes the top of the list, even with the things she knows about him. Even with her hesitations.

Claire smiles and withdraws from the touchy-feely portion of the conversation, taking that time to finish off her second beer.

...Then she looks at his barely-touched bottle with raised, teasingly judging eyebrows.]

Okay even I know it's no fun to watch someone drink and not drink too.

I'm drinking, I'm drinking!

[See? He takes a sip.]

[Snerk.

She just gives him an amused look and leans back on the couch, eyeing the untouched third beer.]

It's yours. Please.

[He gestures to it grandly, like it's a banquet or something. His own bottle is still nearly full.]

[With a sigh she sits back up again, reaching for it but not opening it yet.]

Thanks. [Avoiding eye contact.] You really have no idea what this means to me. [Hesitant, shaky half-smile and she's opening the beer but being really too still.]

Honestly? Yeah, I have no idea why you'd wanna do something like this. But the truth is, you're the one helping me out. Testing it and all.

It's mutual.

... For more than just..

[La la la taking a sip.]

Wow speaking of low tolerance. [She smiles distantly. She realizes that she's feeling it now.]

["More than just" what? He glances at her, but he doesn't ask. Instead:]

You doing okay?

Yep. [She reassures him convincingly. Yes she's feeling it but she's moreso concerned about the looseness of her lips, about saying more than she wants to.

But now that she's in it she can't help but want more. So she takes a gulp of the beer.]

Different feeling, but I guess this is what it's like right?

It's heavy-feeling. Yeah, I ain't too big on it. Which probably sounds funny, right? Drinking never did it for me, though. Beer's just like... a soda that also makes me kinda tired. It's just okay.

[...Speaking of.]

What are you big on?

[She asks almost innocently. She's good at that. Even though her current tipsiness makes her a teeny bit more transparent than usual.]

[Ugh. He walked right into that.]

You really wanna know, huh.

[Yep. Yep he did.]

Yeah. I do.

[Well, she'll hate him just like everyone else. What's the big deal? It's not like he was ever kidding himself about being able to maintain any kind of normal human contact, right?]

...Meth. I mean, that's what really gets me going. I've tried it all, but that one really stuck. Heroin, too, but I kicked it and you can't get any here, anyway. I take K now when I need to come down, but it's a little trippy and I don't like it so much 'cause I get nightmares. Weed's better, but that's in short supply here, too. So yeah. Mostly it's just meth.

[She absorbs the information with a blank, neutral look on her face. She takes another sip of the beer and glances away.

Eventually..]

Okay.

[That's it, at first. That's all she says.]

[He takes a sip of his beer, too, and doesn't look at her.]

[She knows enough about meth and heroin to be concerned, yes. She knows enough to know how terrible they are for people and how almost hopelessly addictive they can be. So no, she doesn't like it, absolutely not.]

..Um.

[Ergh why is this so hard. Words. What are they.] I like the feeling of falling. [She admits, bluntly. Honestly.] I know it's not the same, but. It's not like I can relate to uh..

I can't get hurt. [Yes that is implying what you think it means Jesse :c]

[It takes him a second to catch her meaning, because it's so completely unthinkable to him. Falling. She can't get hurt. When it dawns on him, he looks at her. Not with any kind of judgment and not exactly with worry, either. He's just stunned.]

What?

[:|

Cue Claire taking another big swig and shifting.] If you want to know, yeah, I'm concerned.

Me, I'll heal from anything, but you.. [A pause. Yeah she hasn't looked at him since he told her.] I don't want to see you hurt either.

[Now he looks down, turning the beer bottle back and forth between his hands. He doesn't agree that it's okay just because she'll heal from anything. But he's also not going to lecture her about it.]

Yeah. I mean, I understand if you don't... wanna see it.

[Tense, long pause.

She eventually breathes again like she forgot how to. Claire relaxes back on the couch again, leaning back, tracing patterns in the condensation of the beer bottle with her fingernails.]

Sorry. [She laughs a little distantly.] I keep doing this every time we hang out.

Just wanted to let you know that I, uh, care, that's all. [MORE TENSENESS.] Like I'm sure you've heard a million times. [More hollow smiles.]

You don't have to be sorry. I know. It's just... I mean, you gotta know I'm not gonna stop. Ever.

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[ action ] ....nnnnope totally didn't forget about this thread. >.>

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