Claire maybe liked John. Or at least didn't not like him. He seemed the kind who didn't trust but when you were in you were in. Claire was starting to feel like she was in and so there they were. She wanted to check on Kitty too and she would, after they took a walk and she got some rest. There wasn't much rest here for her, even in a tiny little place like this. Superheroes, they tended to pack a punch and take one too.
"He married Carol," she agreed with a grimace. "I mean Carol's fine, she's great, she's Mrs Fucking Spiderman," Claire said with a gesture like she was bowing for royalty. Not that she was actually mad at her, it wasn't her job to care about the thing that she'd had with Peter. Had. Still had? Claire didn't know.
"I guess we have to talk about it," Claire said with a sigh. "It's not like he's my boyfriend or I have any claim staked on him, he can do what he wants I just kinda wish he wanted to be doing me, you know?" She humphed as she let her fingers drag through her hair. "The least you could do is burn his house down."