Shane did as he was told for once and took his shoes off, leaving them by the front door as he looked around. Slowly, he followed her to the kitchen and wondered who she was living with now. He was finding it difficult even having the idea of leaving her alone but Shane was still kind of convinced this was a dream or something. Because this couldn't be real. Vampires were real. Closing your eyes and waking up somewhere else completely - nightmare, dream, bullshit - either of those things worked.
"Ooh, pasta," he smiled a little, watching her as she reheated the food. Pasta would be good. It would fill him right up, keep him warm. Not like chili would but it would do. Besides, it wasn't real pasta. It was dream pasta.
He saw her before he heard her. Her shoulders trembling and shuddering before he heard the sob escape her throat and he frowned, watching her from where he stood in the doorway.
"Claire ..." He started and then looked around again - No. He didn't feel Michael. He didn't see him either. Michael wasn't here. "He didn't," Shane said and looked at her, at the back of her head before he closed the distance between them.
He was hesitant. Because this was Claire. And sure, they kissed. And it was ... amazing - but this - this was different and Shane couldn't help but pause. At first he touched her shoulder, sighed, and with realization said, "So this is real, isn't it? We're stuck here? This isn't some weird collaborative dream we're having?"