'You're going to have to get a job eventually you know.'
'I don't know, I thought I could live off Daddy a little longer…'
'You don't get it do you? School finishes in three weeks and we need to have some idea of where we're headed.'
'Well Sir. Bender, forgive me, I just have no idea what I want to do with myself,' as Claire finished her words she covered her face in embarrassment. She'd never been the one in crisis, she was used to sheltering John and it was somewhat awkward for both of them in this exception.
'Claire,' Bender kneeled in front of her and placed his hand on her knee, he tried to find her eyes but she avoided his constantly. 'You don't have to declare to me that you want to work as a nurse, a hostess or even a goddamn teacher; this isn't a grand decision that has to be permanent, just remember that. Nothing in life is certain.'
Claire smiled, 'since when did you become so soulful?'
Bender leapt upright and lit a cigarette in an attempt to re-exude masculinity. She noticed his tactics immediately and tugged on his shirt, motioning for him to drop the ciggy.