[Claire sighs a little, still not looking at Charles. Not until he says that. At his words she looks right up at him, a short show of real vulnerability on her face. On the inside she feels appreciative for his efforts, but in strict denial that he has any idea what it feels like to be like her.
Then she's suspicious. Because it was almost like he could read her mind. Her eyebrows scrunch together and she's scanning his face and eyes, as if looking for a hidden object there.
Claire thinks as loud as she can, repeating the question a few times for good measure: Can you hear me?]
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Then she's suspicious. Because it was almost like he could read her mind. Her eyebrows scrunch together and she's scanning his face and eyes, as if looking for a hidden object there.
Claire thinks as loud as she can, repeating the question a few times for good measure: Can you hear me?]