Claire was grateful that Nathan chose to run with her instead of flying ahead. Abilities aside, she still worried over her uncle, still felt a twinge of guilt that he was here, and hurt, because of her. She could have dealt with Sam maybe.
Like a reverse prince giving his princess their true love's kiss, Claire sank beside Peter and threw herself across his chest, clawing her fingers into his clothes and hastily pressing her lips against his. It couldn't have lasted long at all, not once she realized she was doing, who she was doing it to, and who she was doing it in front of.
But there was that internal ceasing of the clock, the mental thought of forever and the crashing of emotions like protons and electrons in an atom or whatever. She gasped, pulling away and ashamed, shaking her head and trying to think of a way to re-route the situation. "I...Peter, are you alright? I can't thank you enough, you came, both of you." She rushed to get the words out, to force the focus elsewhere, reaching for both of their hands and trying to keep the salty tears that wanted release inward. She did not just kiss her uncle. She did not want to...