[Ah. A bit awkward. Sooner or later, she's going to have to explain her complete lack of human needs to Skye, in a way that doesn't come off as a hyperbolic joke.]
[Skye’s smile fades a little when she thinks about home herself, as nice as it is to hear her say that it just brings up those concerns she has with how she ended up here.]
I think this place might be better for me now than home.
[As soon as she says that out loud she regrets it though and quickly tried to change the topic.]
Can’t guarantee I’ll know where it is, but, where in England are you from?
[Clara sees the brief shift in Skye's demeanor, and feels the forced change of course, but she moves on breezily. Skye's comfort is most important; if it's anything she's meant to find out, she will in good time.]
[And that's another thing, among many others, that Skye likes about Clara. She knows when not to push. Skye is totally guilty of doing the exact opposite at times.]
That is a pretty cool name for a town. Does everyone there have pretty accents or is that just a you thing?
[Oh, time for some massive lies-by-omission, because she's definitely not about to risk the whole time travel thing while they're lying naked in Skye's bed.]
[Seems like the perfect time. Propping her elbow up, Skye rests her chin against her hand. Totally interested in hearing more about her life and where she’s gone.]
How does that work? Being a teacher and traveling doesn’t seem like the easiest thing to do.
[The invented life expands in her mind, scrabbling for realism.]
My boyfriend and I used to spend weekends in Paris, sometimes. Just hop on a train and you're there in two hours. Can't do that in America. Two hours, and you're still in the same state.
[Her boyfriend. Skye tries to keep her expression from falling, except she’s got her mind going. Clara mentions him in present tense, which would make her assume they were still together when she came here. But she also mentioned before that this place might just be better than home.
Skye laughs, even if she missed some of what she said.]
Just means there’s more to explore, and most of it doesn’t compare to Paris. Can’t imagine what that place is like.
[Yet another micro-reaction, and Clara decides not to let this one pass. She reaches over and brushes some of Skye's hair away from her face.]
I'm not with him anymore. [Her face is assuring, but not exactly cheery.] Just feels weird to say "ex", 'cause we never broke up.
[It's a little quirk of conversation that she didn't expect to encounter, sort of like changing tenses. "Is" to "was". "Boyfriend" to "dead boyfriend".]
[Skye instantly regrets her non verbal questions, and there’s no point in denying that she had been thinking about it. THe moment Clara explains that he’s dead her expression falls completely.]
I’m so sorry.
[Skye doesn’t know many people in her life who have past, except for the woman who managed to get her out of harms way as a baby. This is different though, Clara knew him. They were together and then he was gone.]
We don’t have to talk about it, unless you want to.
[Clara almost looks puzzled when she looks back over, like there's some kind of disconnect.]
No, it's fine. I'm okay.
[And it's nearly convincing, paired with the steady comfort of her smile. But in the very back of her eyes, it's as though something glazes over as she says it, gets snapped off at the neck and hidden away.]
[Skye doesn’t quite believe her, but she’s not about to call her out on it.]
Doesn’t make it hurt any less
[This isn’t usually the place to have a deep conversation and Skye almost wants to move away from the topic, but if Clara wants to talk about it she won’t stop her. Although she gets the feeling she may not want to actually talk about her feelings towards what happened with the way she just deflected. Moving her arm back down, Skye rests her chin on top of her arms instead of propping it up.]
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[Ah. A bit awkward. Sooner or later, she's going to have to explain her complete lack of human needs to Skye, in a way that doesn't come off as a hyperbolic joke.]
You?
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You sure? I'm not known for my culinary skills, but I can whip something up for us.
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I'm fine. Promise.
[She traces a little line against Skye's ribs, and then rolls back over onto her back.]
I'm not much of an eater, to begin with. You'll probably notice.
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[Skye can make stupid jokes too, thank you. Pulling her hand back off of Clara, Skye still lays on her side to look at Clara.]
You want a drink at least? Something besides vodka.
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I'm good. Promise.
[Oh, you know she is ;) ]
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This place sucks a lot of the time, but I’m glad we met.
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Me too.
[They haven't known each other long, but Skye's already given her more reason to smile than she's had in quite a few months.]
Might just be better than home, sometimes, with you here.
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I think this place might be better for me now than home.
[As soon as she says that out loud she regrets it though and quickly tried to change the topic.]
Can’t guarantee I’ll know where it is, but, where in England are you from?
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Blackpool. It's up the coast, towards Scotland.
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That is a pretty cool name for a town. Does everyone there have pretty accents or is that just a you thing?
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... She's still laughing, though, because really.]
Don't hear it called "pretty" too much, back home. Most people would say "funny", or "poor".
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[It’s not like Skye has an ear for accents to really be able to tell the difference between all the accents.]
So what do you do back home? Besides teach.
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I travel a lot. Used to nanny, some.
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Seems like the perfect time.Propping her elbow up, Skye rests her chin against her hand. Totally interested in hearing more about her life and where she’s gone.]How does that work? Being a teacher and traveling doesn’t seem like the easiest thing to do.
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[The invented life expands in her mind, scrabbling for realism.]
My boyfriend and I used to spend weekends in Paris, sometimes. Just hop on a train and you're there in two hours. Can't do that in America. Two hours, and you're still in the same state.
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Skye laughs, even if she missed some of what she said.]
Just means there’s more to explore, and most of it doesn’t compare to Paris. Can’t imagine what that place is like.
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I'm not with him anymore. [Her face is assuring, but not exactly cheery.] Just feels weird to say "ex", 'cause we never broke up.
[It's a little quirk of conversation that she didn't expect to encounter, sort of like changing tenses. "Is" to "was". "Boyfriend" to "dead boyfriend".]
He died, about a year and a half ago.
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I’m so sorry.
[Skye doesn’t know many people in her life who have past, except for the woman who managed to get her out of harms way as a baby. This is different though, Clara knew him. They were together and then he was gone.]
We don’t have to talk about it, unless you want to.
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No, it's fine. I'm okay.
[And it's nearly convincing, paired with the steady comfort of her smile. But in the very back of her eyes, it's as though something glazes over as she says it, gets snapped off at the neck and hidden away.]
We weren't together very long. Just a few months.
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Doesn’t make it hurt any less
[This isn’t usually the place to have a deep conversation and Skye almost wants to move away from the topic, but if Clara wants to talk about it she won’t stop her. Although she gets the feeling she may not want to actually talk about her feelings towards what happened with the way she just deflected. Moving her arm back down, Skye rests her chin on top of her arms instead of propping it up.]
Where else have you gone?