[They could both do with saying it a bit more. Claire, in the midst of standing to clear their plates, stops.]

I love you too, Bree. [She sets her plate back down so it can be her turn to hug Bree from behind as she's sitting, cheek resting against her red hair.]

More than anything. I was worried when you first woke up here, but now I can't imagine not having you around. I don't know how I did it as long as I did.