[She sits down next to Sarah, right on the edge with her shoulders hunched. Part of her is almost as mortified as it is furious; Clara is usually a very dignified individual.]
[ Sarah takes in a breath, holds it, lets it out. It's fine to joke around all night, but it's not going to make what they really need to talk about any less... there. ]
[She knows it was probably a bit soon, a bit selfish - but she needed to not make the same mistake she did with Danny.]
... I spent my last relationship living lie after lie, and he was killed before I could come clean. I thought I couldn't live with myself if I let the same thing happen with Cosima.
[ She leans back on the couch cushions, picking at a loose thread. ]
Look, the truth is, being what we are is dangerous, and it puts the people around us in danger, too. I told my boyfriend, but it was less complicated then, 'cause I was alone here. Cosima and Alison weren't here, so if anyone got hurt... It'd only be me. I didn't know they'd come, and once we're in a group situation we've gotta do what's best for the group.
[Ooooh, boy. If there's one thing Clara can't stand, it's people trying to protect her. Feeding her a lie because there was no other choice? Understandable. But because it's safe? Big no-no, all caps, underlined.]
It's for protection, then? 'Cause I'm plenty capable of looking after entire planets, thanks, much less your sisters and myself. I would have died for any one of you.
Well, none of us want anybody else dying for us, okay? Christ. [ She runs a hand through her hair, frustrated. ] Did Cosima tell you that when I got ported back in last week I was in bad shape?
I was stabbed. Beaten. My kid's— [ At this her voice wavers the slightest bit, and she has to swallow before she tries again. ] My daughter's being held hostage and I can't get to her. It's not a good life. You can blame Cosima for lying to you, but not for wanting you kept away from that.
[She resists the urge to reach out and comfort the girl, half because she's too stunned, and half because she doesn't know Sarah well enough to know if it would be appreciated. But despite the clawing grief at Sarah's words, she knows in her heart that they're going to have to agree to disagree on this one. Her voice drops, and her next words are far less biting.]
Look, I understand, and I won't blame her for wanting my safety over honesty. I won't - it's human, but it still hurts. My safety means nothing to me if anyone else is in danger. That's Clara Oswald 101.
Mine are usually more "intergalactic catastrophe" than, like, "bad one-night stand".
[She slides off her leather jacket and tries to get a little more comfortable on the (minimalist???) sofa. Moving about, the blur in her vision feels a little more obvious; she tips clumsily towards Sarah.]
God, though. It's starting to sound like a good idea.
[ She knows not what she does. Well, she knows what she does, but doesn't fully appreciate how weird it must be to discuss relationships and guilt-free sex with someone who has Cosima's face. ]
Uh, both? At home my brother calls it the usual Sarah shitestorm.
[ When Clara's cheek touches her hand, Sarah's fingers twitch the slightest bit in surprise. She's not sure whether it would be worse to pull her hand away or leave it where it is, tucked between Clara's shoulder and her head. ]
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