[Claire can't help it; she scoffs at the notion. Even though luck had a lot to do with Santino finding Matt in their dumpster that fateful night, probably.
She doubts Matt thinks he's lucky to have her. Too much of a martyr to think of himself as lucky, ever.]
Ah, of course. Help people, to the detriment of your own well-being, right? [She chuckles humorlessly. There's bitterness in the sound, but also a hint of fear.
She's still eyeing the dog, but not making any more attempts to get closer just now, too engrossed in the conversation. She sits down instead of crouching, turning towards Matt some more.
It's funny that she was thinking of a martyr just now. He might not be the same, but he's the same.]
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She doubts Matt thinks he's lucky to have her. Too much of a martyr to think of himself as lucky, ever.]
Ah, of course. Help people, to the detriment of your own well-being, right? [She chuckles humorlessly. There's bitterness in the sound, but also a hint of fear.
She's still eyeing the dog, but not making any more attempts to get closer just now, too engrossed in the conversation. She sits down instead of crouching, turning towards Matt some more.
It's funny that she was thinking of a martyr just now. He might not be the same, but he's the same.]
Just - don't lose yourself, okay?