[ Clara's voice is playing over and over again in her mind. Want to make a really stupid decision with me? She wants to, especially now, touching Clara, kissing her, feeling her pressed up against Sarah. Tearing herself away is so hard, but again she hears—stupid decision—and, fleetingly, she wonders if this will kill any chance Clara and Cosima have to make things right. She can't let herself be responsible for that. She can't. So after several long seconds she pulls back, breathing hard, and says, ]
I want to. [ Her voice is rough, breathless, desperate. ] But I can't. We can't. [ Gently, she puts her hands on Clara's shoulders, not pushing her away, just holding on. ] You know that too, yeah?
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I want to. [ Her voice is rough, breathless, desperate. ] But I can't. We can't. [ Gently, she puts her hands on Clara's shoulders, not pushing her away, just holding on. ] You know that too, yeah?