Claire | Constantine
That smile at Peter was just even more reassuring and Claire finished her beer and set the bottle down. The hot tub had been something she planned to avoid, because she felt about sixteen kinds of self conscious and was wearing a loose shirt in order to keep attention off herself. But there was no one else in there and she fidgeted with the hem of the shirt she was wearing before she nodded.
"Can I get one of those?" Claire asked as she pointed to whatever Constantine was drinking. Drinking! Yes! Liquid self esteem!
"Anyone stares I'm poking their eyes out," she said as they approached the hot tub. Well anyone else, but that kind of went without saying because Constantine was safe, like Peter, felt like electric covered home.