I don't want anything from you. [Aside from reassurance that he's not going to crawl into a bottle and disappear for weeks on end. She presses a hand to his chest, a slight nudge back to the couch.] You're upset. The last time we... [had a deep talk] you disappeared without a word.
[ he's too much of a drama queen to calm down now. he only glances at the couch and then turns his attention back to her. ]
... Well, if you truly insist, [ here he pauses and leans in, something altogether threatening about the way he moves. ] I can help you with your contract, love.
[ his defend mechanism. shutting off all kind characteristics he might have once had and attacking those close to him. the result of countless years of desperation, anger and loneliness. awful, simply awful. ]
[To her, it's clear as day what's happening. Killian hasn't much height on her--and inch, maybe, making him several shorter than Jamie and not nearly as broad-shouldered or intimidating, yet her heart thumps loudly in her chest.
Claire could just as easily slap him, but she places her palm against his cheek, looking him in the eyes.]
Killian. I want your company, not your body. [He can't run, so he's trying to scare her off. She frowns.] I want to be sure you're all right. You're doing a good job of letting me know.
[ the gentle touch seems to snap him out of it, at least for now. he frowns and glances to the side as he takes a small step back. usually people response with anger or disappointment, providing him with the means of an escape. that isn't happening now. ]
Your concern is greatly appreciated, but I'm all right.
[ he sounds super all right. maybe just a little brooding and bitter. ]
[There was a slap on the menu if he didn't check himself. Claire's relieved she didn't need to go that far, and a breath she didn't know she was holding is quietly released.]
[ points it out as a half-hearted attempt at an excuse but in the end he sits down anyway. he almost looks like a sulking child waiting for a lecture. ]
[That's good and well since he's pretty much about to be lectured. Claire pushes the tin aside and sits on the coffee table, directly across from him.]
I am sorry we often speak about unpleasant things. Truly, I am. You and I have a sort of understanding, I think, and I am grateful for it. And I think you are, too. It's why you answer my questions. Why you volunteer information, even when you could easily not.
But if it hurts you, I... God, we can't make this a regular occurrence. You've told me so much already that you can tell me to stop, Killian. I won't take offense.
[ his eyes wonder from her face to the floor and other surroundings throughout the said lecture. the words hit close to home but he's not going to show it. she can probably figure it out anyway. ]
I'm fine.
[ he sounds dismissive, ready to end this topic of discussion once and for all. ]
I thank you, Claire, truly, for your kind words, but I know how to take care of myself, know when to stop talking. You needn't worry about that. [ there's already so much he hasn't told her. definitely not! feeling! guilty! about that. ]
As you say. [She's said what needed to be said. No need to press the matter further. Claire stands, but leans down far enough to brush her lips against his temple. She gets it.
But one more thing.
The hand that finds his shoulder grips it firmly.]
But don't you dare try to intimidate me again, Killian Jones.
It doesn't surprise me that I'm not the only one to comment on it. I did mean it in the best of sense, naturally. You're very capable, it's no wonder you tend to get your point across.
I do enjoy when I get my point across. [A knowing little smile as she pours a bit of vodka into some orange juice. No one can be sad drinking screwdrivers.]
Thank you, love. [ he helps her with the glasses. ] They do say sweet things are bad for your teeth. As a woman of your profession I'm sure you're already aware of that.
Naturally. [Enjoy your mini lecture on oral health until Claire has too much alcohol and starts asking technical questions about ships which she won't remember the answers to.]
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Stay a little longer.
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... Well, if you truly insist, [ here he pauses and leans in, something altogether threatening about the way he moves. ] I can help you with your contract, love.
[ his defend mechanism. shutting off all kind characteristics he might have once had and attacking those close to him. the result of countless years of desperation, anger and loneliness. awful, simply awful. ]
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Claire could just as easily slap him, but she places her palm against his cheek, looking him in the eyes.]
Killian. I want your company, not your body. [He can't run, so he's trying to scare her off. She frowns.] I want to be sure you're all right. You're doing a good job of letting me know.
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Your concern is greatly appreciated, but I'm all right.
[ he sounds super all right. maybe just a little brooding and bitter. ]
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Sit.
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[ points it out as a half-hearted attempt at an excuse but in the end he sits down anyway. he almost looks like a sulking child waiting for a lecture. ]
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I am sorry we often speak about unpleasant things. Truly, I am. You and I have a sort of understanding, I think, and I am grateful for it. And I think you are, too. It's why you answer my questions. Why you volunteer information, even when you could easily not.
But if it hurts you, I... God, we can't make this a regular occurrence. You've told me so much already that you can tell me to stop, Killian. I won't take offense.
[No more than him all but running out the door.]
I consider you a friend.
[Meaning she worries about him and all that.]
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I'm fine.
[ he sounds dismissive, ready to end this topic of discussion once and for all. ]
I thank you, Claire, truly, for your kind words, but I know how to take care of myself, know when to stop talking. You needn't worry about that. [ there's already so much he hasn't told her. definitely not! feeling! guilty! about that. ]
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But one more thing.
The hand that finds his shoulder grips it firmly.]
But don't you dare try to intimidate me again, Killian Jones.
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No, I shan't.
[ his reply is curt, very unlike of him. ]
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[Claire sighs and sits next to him now, regarding him with a small smile.]
You can look at me, you know. You won't turn to stone.
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That's a relief.
[ it's a lame attempt at a joke but at least it's there. ]
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... do you want to go?
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[ leaving now would be admitting defeat. and he doesn't actually feel like escaping anymore. ]
If you'll have me, of course.
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I imagine you'd like a drink.
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[ it will do them both good, he's sure. he watches as she gets up to find them something to drink. ]
You're quite the woman, aren't you.
[ added like an afterthought. there's no flirtatious undertone to it. ]
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[They're just sad people. Some glasses clink as Claire decides what to serve. She does poke her head up at his comment, though.]
I've been told that once or twice. I believe it means I'm stubborn.
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It doesn't surprise me that I'm not the only one to comment on it. I did mean it in the best of sense, naturally. You're very capable, it's no wonder you tend to get your point across.
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I hope you like sweet. We could use it.
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[ amused. they did destroy a tart. ]
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[But when she comes over with the drinks, she has a bottle of whiskey under her arm. Claire is well stocked.]
But if you insist, my dear Captain, you can help yourself.
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Thank you, love. [ he helps her with the glasses. ] They do say sweet things are bad for your teeth. As a woman of your profession I'm sure you're already aware of that.
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