Watching Sam in his silence made Claire's heart drop further, and also motivated her to slide closer. He'd agreed to being picked up and brought back, which was a far better start than anything of late, so she felt it at least opened the door for more than just being in the same room with him.
"No problem," she said, lightly bumping her shoulder against his and then leaving it there in companionable contact – not too intrusive, like a hug, but not too distant either. Familiar in its frequent occurrence before things had gotten steadily worse, and now a reassurance that there was someone else there, unchanged and not vanished. Sometimes it was easier being 'the girl', not bound to any macho pride code.
"Do you want something to eat? I can make something or order out." She knew the answer would be no – at least with Sam, Dean was always hungry unless it was after a not-so-good night, so there would be food independent of Sam's answer – and really, she could understand if Sam didn't want to see food again for a week. In his place, she wouldn't want it either.