For someone who's supposedly so smart, you're kind of an idiot at being a friend, aren't you? Maybe it doesn't factor into your idea of how people should work, but sometimes people get overwhelmed by stuff. Like having their best friend die, finding out they're a fictional character in someone else's head, having their friend come back to life, being attacked while they're someone else, and then getting sucked into a different world for a week. All while trying to balance what is essentially a brain and body timeshare. So sorry if he hasn't been chasing you down for tea. That doesn't mean you have to disappear so much that we wonder if you're even in London at all. [By the end of the paragraph, the handwriting is messier from writing quickly, pen pressing hard, but it's still very much Clare's, no hint of John leaking through.]
[There's a pause after her rant, and finally in a calmer hand, reluctantly.] Elias makes me [...] nervous, I guess is the best way to describe it. Cautious? I don't know why. He's harder for me to warm to, though I can tell that it should be easy. I'd blame you and John if I could figure out a way that it made sense.