[It's just guilt, Jamie. You'll get used to it. Stopped again, Claire pulls them over to the side, where a wooden bench sits between some planters full of flowers. Away from foot traffic, at least, and maybe they (or she) just need to sit.]
I'm not upset. [Even if her tone gives way to some hint of annoyance. And she is upset, though it's more at herself than him.]
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I'm not upset. [Even if her tone gives way to some hint of annoyance. And she is upset, though it's more at herself than him.]
Give me your hands.