The whole thing with Mary Ellen still hadn't sank into Claire as 'normal', and it probably never would. She resisted this pocket universe's fluid and often backward rules; her brain just didn't process 'anything can happen', even if it happened right in front of her goddamn eyes. Like having a half-brother who was angel, demon, and called Dean 'dad'. Dean being younger than he was the last time she remembered him... The whole conversation about 'future children' baffled and disturbed her before.
Now the idea made her heart jump into her throat and her stomach lurch. Just thinking about it was turning her green. Claire closed her eyes and tried to breathe the thought (and nausea) away.
"Probably," she agreed about the doctor bit, but her tone was somewhat flat. Doctors were not her favorite people; the idea of them, sure, but letting someone that close to her when she was at her most vulnerable was an issue she developed over the years of being on her own. He'd seen it while she was in the infirmary, the last time they were together. Meanwhile, her eyes had opened, and were fuzzily focused on where his hand touched hers. She didn't move away, but neither did she return the contact. Like she just...froze. Scared cat was more accurate than she'd ever admit. The connection between them was undeniable, even more so now. And that was terrifying in itself.
"I'm not ready... for people to know," she confessed, tentatively looking his way. Another drop jumped from the lashes of her left eye.