Claire felt her stomach knot-up, hard and bittersweet, at the contact and gesture of comradarie. She gave his hand a light, grateful squeeze, but her face reflected the tension in her sigh.
"Yeah- he is," she nodded, matter of factly. "-he's been wonderful about it, once I finally grew the balls to tell him. But I'm not going to lie... the situation is complicated."
Claire swallowed, clearing her throat. "It's, uh... Dean."