InsaneJournal

Who: Claire and Wes
What: Talking
When: Saturday... morning
Where: by the lake
Rating: R?

Things between them had been strained. The recent revelation (or supposed) from Quin that he'd been raped by Wes had made it even more so -- from Claire's side of the relationship, in any case. Not knowing what to do (how was one supposed to react with the news that her best friend might have forced themselves upon someone else?), say, behave, she'd tried to keep things as normal until she finally sorted things through. Ordinarily-- Well, ordinarily she wouldn't have had to have asked. But with recent events and secrets being found out, there were definitely some trust issues going on. And no matter how much it made her hate herself, she couldn't help but wonder if there was some truth to Quin's words.

His touches, in the beginning, had made her stiffen slightly. She'd remained sitting next to him in classes, at meals. But she was quiet, introverted, thinking. Anyone else would've blamed it on her father and his condition, but she wasn't sure what Wes thought.

It was hard, decidedly so, being caught in that catch 22. Torn and ripped apart by your own logic and conscience. She wanted to be near him, all the time, to talk and laugh and joke like they used to. But things were different; he was too quiet and watchful, downtrodden after the week before. And she hated it. It made her feel claustropohic and breathless. She worried that he might see right through her, what she was thinking, and that would be the end of it.

But this was exhausting, and she wasn't one to brood. So she'd made her way over to the lake, harried, determined. She just needed to think things through for a bit longer. Make sure she knew how this was going to go, what she was going to say, what he could possible say (What if he admitted it? Denied it? Tried to reason with her? Was there ever an excuse?) The day was glorious, bright and clear, though the bite of winter's chill still hovered near the icy water. She sat herself down near the edge, running a hand over her face in frustration. Things had better start looking up soon or she was going to think she'd been cursed.