Peter B | Claire
It felt good, his hand on her skin, it felt like a way to reclaim something to let someone touch her in a way that didn't hurt. Being beaten with a bat by an asshole with something to prove was traumatizing and the broken ribs had made it feel all too fresh all the way along. But they healed and now his hand sent a spark of something up her spine and that was a wonderful way to remind herself she was here and this body was still hers.
"Exactly," Claire said as she wound her arm around his neck. "You're thinking too much, about your boyfriend maybe," she said as she shook her hair back from her face. It wasn't like she was fishing for information, it wasn't her business. But it needed to be said at some point, so why not then? Claire wasn't his keeper but she knew there was someone, Miles had told her, but she was yet to see any evidence of a Bobby.
She'd been the one looking after him when he'd been sick and maybe Peter needed a little peptalk about self worth if that was the case.