Despite having said it, Faith's confirmation brought on a huge wave of empathy from Claire. She'd never had another person tell her not to say anything – on the contrary, in fact – but she had been there, in love and not seeing any way she could say it, that doing so would ruin things, not make it better, that it was the wrong time, and a hundred other excuses. Everything to rationalize being the girl who fell in love with her best friend.
But she did see Faith's point now, about the reason she'd been so sure it wasn't sex. They could grasp at straws and say Ruby had another agenda for not saying anything about the sex, like it getting back to the rest of them and someone locking Sam in a closet until he came to his senses, but Claire realized that would likely be just desperate grasping. It was disturbing to Claire to actually want sex to be the answer, but the alternative... was just bad.
"You know, it's funny. Not haha funny, weird funny," she said, looking down in her glass. "Ruby was all on my case, telling me how I felt about Dean, how I should accept it and tell him, but with you, she's telling you it's insanely bad to say anything. I mean, okay, it's not exactly the best time, but if I've learned anything here, it's that all we really know we have is today."
No matter how much anyone wanted to say they'd make sure it never happened, no one could control it, not even the most powerful people in the city. All they could control was what they did with their time here.
"Maybe you should tell him," she said softly. Was it the best way to do it? No, but what if it was the right thing despite other appearances? Sam had broken up with Heather, and as much as Claire knew the level of guilt she still had where Jo was concerned, neither she or Faith had 'stolen' anyone.
"Maybe as much as you need it, so does he, and she knows it and wants you to stay away, to keep Sam from having someone he loves enough to stay Sam. Maybe to reach him, you have to take a risk to you." Claire definitely knew about the risks to one's pride and heart, in being the one to say it, to want it not knowing for sure how the other person felt.
"Or maybe that's just me being desperate," she said, dropping her head to the island counter. "If it's not sex, then what the hell is going on with them?"