claire dearing is an olympic sprinter (heels) wrote in witchinghour,
A fiery redhead, oh really? Claire arched a slender brow, intrigued at this new information. "Well, we redheads are a special sort," she nodded, picking up her coffee cup to chug the remains of it - nary a drop of the nectar of the gods would remain in this to-go vessel. "We also like telling people what to do, or at least that's the case with me. But if she's also anything like me, she probably feels very lucky to have someone like you in her life. To keep it interesting."
Tony was a good person, well-meaning and actually kind under all that snark and sarcasm which seemed to be the default setting. She hoped for the best for him, here and otherwise. Even if here it was difficult to look past the captivity and find things to be happy about - possible, but still difficult.