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28
"We can't do this."
"We're okay," Peter insists, trying to keep her in his arms, though he knows it's wrong. Claire shakes her head.
"No. I have to get out of here." And then she's leaving him, going up the stairs, running away from him again. She's right. They can't do this, and she's right to run and he's old enough to know better.
You're old enough to be her uncle, Peter reminds himself, with bitter humor.
Then Peter notices the blond guy with the floppy hair. He's looking around furtively.
He puts down his drink, and goes after Claire.