+imustsaveanother
Claire watched every movement carefully, searching for anything that might give her a straight answer. She found none.
She sighed, crossing her arms. He wasn’t lying, but he wasn’t telling the truth either. She hid her disappointment well, but it was the uncertainty that came through the most. She looked over the apartment again. There was nothing to personalize it, not even a plant.
After his attempt to return humor to the conversation she smiled, “Yeah, Just a little.” She uncrossed her arms, “There’s not even a plant to liven up the atmosphere, plus the fact you don’t have a food in the fridge, I’m starting to wonder if you’re running off and saving people dressed in spandex and a mask.”
He pulled the refrigerator door open, reached inside, and grabbed another water bottle. It was cold, its plastic surface covered with a thin layer of condensation. It felt quite refreshing against his sweaty hand, easing the heat from his body. He pushed the door closed shortly afterward, with the mere flick of his wrist. The refrigerator had closed with an audible thud, and it's a soft sound that breaks through the temporary silence that had befallen them. He then turned, handing the bottle to her with a small smile. He had waited for her to take it before finally speaking. "No." He had chuckled, lifting his gaze to sweep his gaze across his empty apartment. "Not all the time, sometimes I swear my underwear over tights." He joked sarcastically. When he returned his attention to her, the subtle look of disappointment that had crossed her features did not go completely unnoticed. Immediately, he had felt somewhat guilty, especially since it was Claire. He tells himself that it's for a good reason, even if it's self interested. However, how many times had she been lied to in the past for a good cause? Perhaps there was no such thing is a courtesy when deception was involved. He should be honest with her, she deserved it, but he couldn't think of a proper way to go about the topic. "I know that it's been a while, but sometimes it's still hard for me to-" He tries to explain, absently lowering his head to glance down at the bottle within his hands, "Nathan..." He finally says, and it's spoken in a soft and somewhat quiet manner. "If I keep myself busy, I don't have to think about it. I know it's not healthy, but-"
