[When Jamie quite late in coming to bed once Claire finished cleaning up, she begins to worry. She gives it a bit. Sets out his clothes for the morning. Sets out her clothes. Pulls down the bedding so he can slip in easily. Fluffs the pillows. But then it's too much, and the concern to great, and so she quietly pads over to Bree's room to make sure they're both all right.
Apparently, they're more than all right. The sight takes her breath away, seeing him hold her, soothing her with his voice.
She lingers at the doorway for a bit, wondering how the hell she's so lucky to have them both, before daring to break the magic by stepping into the room.
But instead of squeezing in behind Bree, she chooses to fit herself against Jamie's other side without a word. There. Now he can hold them both.]
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Apparently, they're more than all right. The sight takes her breath away, seeing him hold her, soothing her with his voice.
She lingers at the doorway for a bit, wondering how the hell she's so lucky to have them both, before daring to break the magic by stepping into the room.
But instead of squeezing in behind Bree, she chooses to fit herself against Jamie's other side without a word. There. Now he can hold them both.]