Peter B | Claire
She was - well Peter didn't even really know what she was. Brilliantly charming, someone who drew him in without even trying. And he couldn't help himself from the kind of flirting that he did with her. Maybe he shouldn't maybe he should be mourning Bobby. But that wasn't going to change that Bobby was gone and he hoped that he was somewhere better than here, back home and back in his life. But Peter was here and just like he'd told Bobby when he first arrived, they could put their lives on hold while they were here or they could live for these moments, in the present.
And Claire made him want to live for the present.
He laughed, his head tipping back as the sound poured out of him when she told him he was white. "You finally noticed that?" He teased. Yeah he definitely was, and this little exercise was only going to make that more obvious.
"I know right? Guy like me? One look at me and you'd say - yeah he's a dancer." He said, in direct conflict with what he'd said to Constantine earlier in the night about his lack of dance skills and the looks to go along with it. She was probably right though, Peter shifted his hands to her hips with her urging, feeling much more like a middle schooler at a dance but he didn't mind at all with Claire there with him. "There might not be any hope for me, but you've already got it taken care of for you."