Owen and Claire
"Well, you know me. I live to break the stereo-type molds," he said with a smirk. The fact was he hadn't been popular in high school. Hadn't been invited to parties and bonfires. And he was okay with that.
He firmly believed everything he'd been through had made him who he was today, and he wouldn't be the same if any of it had been different. And he was pretty happy with who he was now, here, with Claire.
He settled and slipped his arm around her when she leaned against him. "This is nice." Part of him would rather have stayed home, in their apartment, but he liked being out in the world, in nature.