[ In answer, Sarah leans in that last little bit and kisses her. She kisses differently than Cosima, rougher and more urgently. One hand reaches out blindly and feels for the coffee table so she can drop her glass of bourbon, and the other goes up to run through Clara's hair, her touch strangely gentle even in its urgency. ]
Yeah, [ she mumbles against Clara's mouth, because she's been so tired, and she's so lonely, and making stupid decisions is what she does, so why stop now? ]
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Yeah, [ she mumbles against Clara's mouth, because she's been so tired, and she's so lonely, and making stupid decisions is what she does, so why stop now? ]