Claire's shoulders deflated a little with a breath that passed through her lips. It was a breath of relief, however small. He didn't storm out or blow the roof off the cottage. A drop in the bucket, but it was a start.
Her features softened, and she reached for his hand this time- guiding him back to sit where they had been. "It's not my job to try and fix things between you two," she started like confession. "But I've heard Dean's side... Tell me yours."