Re: claire's house: leo/claire
"I am not sure. An addict, maybe?" Her eyes unfocused and her gaze fell down to the left while she tried to remember something. "Someone was going through couch cushions. There was a Christmas tree." Claire flinched hard, suddenly, and let out a long breath she did not realize she was holding. When she looked back up at Leo, her eyes were wet and rimmed with apology, her voice hushed as though someone could overhear, "The man I helped? You remember, right? He is still here. He is the one that cut out the woman's tongue. He does not know that I know. I spoke to the creature hunting him, and was shown what he saw while he was- doing it. I am not going to turn him over to his death, but if he did this, and it is not some sick trick by a psychic monster, he needs to be turned over to the police." Her arms wrapped tighter around the stuffed Stitch, and then her voice dropped to little more than a whisper, "I think they made someone watch them do it, so the murder may not have anything to do with her." Claire was visibly torn by the entire situation. It was infinitely easier to pour her energy into making lots and lots of cookies.
"I thought aliens were supposed to be scary, and grey, and all-" Claire opened her eyes as wide as she could as though that could make them look anything like aliens' black eyes. She really just looked overly surprised. Or psychotic. Anyway, she shook her head to get the look off her face, and turned her attention once more to Leo. There was something amazingly sweet about him bringing her the alien, and even more so with there being a picture of him smiling, but his mention of the nicest movie ever earned one of those huge playful grins from her. "You know, I am starting to believe you may have actually enjoyed more than that one day in Disneyland. Grab some cookies, we will go watch this movie right now, and you can tell me all about what else you did there."