Who: Daniel and Claire
What: Talks
Where: Daniel's.
When: Fuzzy time. Whenever we decide it happens.
Warnings/Rating: Probably none.
Claire had not bothered to call. She didn't feel she needed to. Not because she was expected, but because she thought her presence would be recognized regardless of announcement. There was also the fact that she thought if she asked first, he would have said no. The soldier inside of her would not allow refusal, so she charged forward. Tonight she was not there because it would be what he wished, she was there because it was what she required. The streets were empty at this hour of the night which made her job of getting across town that much easier.
She knocked quickly on the door of the music store, shifting her weight from one blue plaid boot to the other. It was too warm for her thick jacket and gloves, but they were on anyway. Like they always were. She held the strap of the duffel bag protectively while the weight of it bit into her shoulder. Her flight out of the country was scheduled and she was here to ask Daniel a favor. She had not forgotten the matter of plain talk, though Claire may leave that to another day. That nonsense was secondary. On the same note, however, she
did want to see Daniel. It had been too long, and the last time she had seen him was not at a time that he would remember.