Disclaimer: If you recognize anything, it's not mine.
6
Something clicked in Claire's head, and now she understands a lot of things a whole lot better.
"We don't have to talk."
"You're my niece, and today – I almost kissed you."
No one else home to hear this.
"I don't want you to go."
Peter runs his hand through his hair, lost. "I don't want to, but what do we do?"
"Denial," Claire says, trying not to sound desperate. "Why not? Nothing happened, and we can – be careful. Forget it."
They decide on an uneasy truce, which buys them time at least to think.
