Stepping out of the apartment to meet Art, Rarity hesitantly put her delicate hands on his shoulders, letting them fall down to rub his arms lightly. "Thank you for coming," she whispered before leaning in to try and steal a kiss. It was practically written on his face how uneasy he was, and Rarity did not need to be told twice. She'd gotten the message pretty clearly previously.
"You look a bit pale," she said, thinking perhaps he did. Maybe it was just the light in the hall. "Are you going to be alright?" Rarity smiled to try and assure him it would be fine. The baby was just...a baby, he was going to sit there and look up at the adults with big baby eyes, and maybe in a few weeks he'd be gone.
Little did Rarity know in two days time Clint would email her and tell her he'd take Charlie back the following Saturday, hardly more than a week from today.