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Fine, I’m fine. |crackedreactor|

claireainegallagher:

Claire took a breath and let it out as a sigh, closing her eyes. He had a point. The whole world would know he was dead, if whenever happened. But that wasn’t what she’d asked. He was dodging the question. Which only confirmed that he probably wasn’t okay.

“I’m just gonna say I’m on my period and leave it at that.” Which was extremely unlikely considering she had the contraceptive bar. But he didn’t know that. She bent down to pick up her bag, adjusting the strap at the back of her shoe as she did so before standing up straight again as she moved to leave her office. But she stopped at the door, and suddenly came to a grand epiphany; here was a friend she hadn’t seen in months, someone she’d genuinely missed and she was being nothing short of a bitch.

She sighed again, “Look, I’m sorry. I promise you deep down I am leaping for joy and weeping with happiness at the knowledge that you’re okay and back here, but right now I barely have the capacity to stand. And no, before you say it, it’s not the shoes. I can walk in mid-heels just fine. These are actually my favourite pair.” She tried smiling, but she wasn’t entirely sure if she was smiling at all.

_{He pulled a face, furrowing his brow. There was a reason biology wasn’t his thing, and he’d always been on the sensitive side considering those issues after the exploits with Ultron and well, his body being turned into Jan’s… Needless to say, he wanted to wipe that all from his head. He’d stick to the mechanics of robots rather than females.} 

_{He was used to being thrown around lately, or snapped at, or even punched, so there was a hint of hurt in his eyes at how snappy she was but people had their own issues to deal with. It was none of his business. He walked over to the other end of the office, opening one of the drawers. Lucky for him he knew exactly where all the celebratory whiskey and champagne was stashed when clients would mail it to him expecting him to drink. Just looking at the black label made the hair on the back of his neck stand up in desperation, but he took a breath and turned his head back to the woman that clearly needed help. “You want a ride back, considering you can barely walk..?” He offered, his lips still thinly lined.}