Claire'd gone up to his place to borrow some clothes, since hers were in such a sorry state, and maybe predictably, just to be near something that reminded her of him.
Chris had never been the neatest person on the planet, and after about a month with no one in it, his apartment was a mess.
Right now she's wearing jeans and one of his T-shirts, which fits her like a tent, with a holstered pistol clipped to the back of her belt, washing dishes. It's nice. It's repetitive and distracting.
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She's in Chris's.
Claire'd gone up to his place to borrow some clothes, since hers were in such a sorry state, and maybe predictably, just to be near something that reminded her of him.
Chris had never been the neatest person on the planet, and after about a month with no one in it, his apartment was a mess.
Right now she's wearing jeans and one of his T-shirts, which fits her like a tent, with a holstered pistol clipped to the back of her belt, washing dishes. It's nice. It's repetitive and distracting.