I could see it in her eyes, the way she examined me, wondering if I was going to be approachable, the way she was careful and then took cues from my mood but still seemed to be the Claire I’d fallen for so far, mostly. She wasn’t 100% okay yet but I could see that maybe, if I was smart about all this, she could be. I was a lucky son of a b***h. I just hoped I didn’t f**k it up by taking things too far with her.
I almost broke her the other night in the hotel room. It had to be divine intervention that the show I’d gotten talked into bringing her to was some kind of epiphany for her. I didn’t really wanna go to the show and subject her to Goldberg’s brand of kink but being out in public, having her pretend we weren’t entrenched in the middle of our relationship falling apart…I guess I just
