[Of course, this is when Claire returns, a bag in one arm full of soup containers and a bag on the other arm with tiny bottles of sugary drinks she hopes won't kill Jamie and that Bree will like. To say she's hurried would be an understatement--the woman's hair is a mess, and she's winded and a little sweaty despite the cold. Did she run? Perhaps.
Perhaps she just sensed that Bree really needed her. A good thing Jamie has it all in hand, then, but there's no denying that it breaks her heart to see.
Setting the items down on the small table for two in the room, she sits on the bed beside the two, putting a hand on Bree's back. She wonders if she should take her from Jamie, but--no. He has her.]
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Perhaps she just sensed that Bree really needed her. A good thing Jamie has it all in hand, then, but there's no denying that it breaks her heart to see.
Setting the items down on the small table for two in the room, she sits on the bed beside the two, putting a hand on Bree's back. She wonders if she should take her from Jamie, but--no. He has her.]
Oh, baby. My sweet baby.