claire quickly removes her mother’s silk scarf from around her neck and ties it around stephanie’s. you’ll thank her for it later, once you get a look at yourself in the mirror when the haphazardly smeared concealer sweats off by lunch break. once she’s got it wrapped elegantly enough, and, more importantly, sufficiently covering the mark there, claire leans in to urgently whisper, ‘ can you please me how a grown woman shows up to work with that big of a hickey ? ’
@favouriteghosts / for steph.










