[ Bree smiles, letting Claire fix her hair yet again. In a world without hair products, things might become as unruly as her mother's hair. She'll need all the help she can get, honestly. ]

I think you should see him first. Alone.

[ She stands and goes to the window, looking out for a minute as she lets her words sink in before turning back to Claire. ]

I wanted to come because I couldn't stand the idea of losing you, too, maybe forever. But you deserve to see him on your own.

[ And do whatever things they need to that she will firmly not think about. ]

Then, maybe you can both come here and I can meet him with you, maybe we can surprise him somehow. But I really think it's you he should see first. Not me.