[ Bree grins at him and she really can't help the way her eyes light up because he's looking at her that way. Maybe it's all the wine or the headiness of the atmosphere they're slowly leaving behind as the party noise gets fainter, but she's into this.
For a moment she thinks about Roger, out there in stasis, but is she supposed to follow in Claire's footsteps in every way and wait, for as long as it takes, on something that might not ever happen? He could wake up. Or he could wake up 20 years from now.
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For a moment she thinks about Roger, out there in stasis, but is she supposed to follow in Claire's footsteps in every way and wait, for as long as it takes, on something that might not ever happen? He could wake up. Or he could wake up 20 years from now.
She doesn't want that for herself. ]
Can you show me how to use this?
[ Asked as she holds up the bong. ]
I've only ever smoked it rolled.