Battered || Claire & Adam
A number of things ought to have been considered before bringing her here, but given that the decision had been made in the heat of the moment, Adam couldn’t quite find it in himself to regret it. He may very well have been something unseemly, something that lived and thrived off the life of other beings, but it had not done what stories had claimed and changed his heart. Funny, that. She had always said that he’d been rather soft, passive and preferring silence to raucous argument. True enough, but her claim had often been followed by that which stated the years had made him kinder. He couldn’t quite see it.
Less tolerant seemed more spot-on, but Adam had never held it in him to really argue with her. Not beyond the teasing that came and went between old lovers.
The thought drew a deep breath and a weighted sigh, his head settling back against the arm of the sofa, spine curved with the structure’s shape. And he found himself missing her all the more.
Once she'd calmed herself down as much as she really could, Claire went back to the bedroom and shoved her laptop into her bag, mumbling nonsense to herself just as a way to keep her mind occupied. It wasn't really working, but it at least distracted a little from how sick she felt and the memories bouncing around her head. She didn't think there was really anything she could do, but just doing nothing didn't sit right with her.
"Adam?" Claire really hoped that he wasn't sleeping where he was on the couch. She didn't want to wake him up she just...she couldn't sleep anymore, and she couldn't just sit anymore, either. She was afraid she was slowly going insane. Even with all her problems, she'd never felt so uncomfortable in her own skin before.
"I-I think I have to go. Um, I wanted to let you know so I didn't just...disappear, but, I have to...go, do something." She didn't even really know if she was making any sense, it was so hard for her to get her thoughts sorted. Maybe the fresh air would help.

















