It wouldn't be fair to say Peter was simple, because he wasn't. Some people were what you see is what you get and he ticked that box in a lot of ways, but there was more than just that. There was a depth to him, a seriousness you only really saw when it was quiet. He'd let Claire a little closer than he let other people and she'd found that she liked it there. Maybe that's why Carol and all that crap had got to her, it had made her doubt things she'd not considered were anything but what they were.
Things felt more stable now, Carol was gone for one and for two they'd just slowly fallen back into step proving one small rough patch wouldn't be the be all and end all. He sat back and made room for her, like he always did and she smiled as she let her arm rest around his neck.
"Drunk is fun, I like sober better," Claire explained. "Everyone's making good choices, not likely to have any regrets. I like John, I know you like him. I didn't want to fuck it up painting it with all that woe," she shrugged.
Claire knew it was also important they talk first, that they really talk about what they wanted and what they were doing but sitting there it suddenly became ridiculously clear just how long they'd danced around each other. Peter smelled good, he was warm and smiling in a way that drew her in and instead of her lips doing that thing where they opened and words came out, they kissed him instead.