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"You wanna tell me what was bothering you earlier?" Clarence asked, sitting up against the headboard as I got dressed from my shower.
"I don't know, I just felt uneasy, like in public. It wasn't like anything happened, it's just with everything going on I feel like I constantly have to look over my shoulder." I said honestly.
"—and yes I know that with both you and André there I had nothing to worry about, I just can't help it." I spoke as I entered the bed beside him.
He then leaned over and propped himself up with one arm, slightly hovering over me.
"We don't have to go then, you should have told me you were uncomfortable, we coulda' dipped." He spoke.
"That's the thing Clare, I don't want to stop getting out and living life because of all this, it isn't fair." I responded, "I'm fine now, earlier was just paranoia," I shrugged.
"don't dismiss it though, whether you like it or not you felt that way, and it's my job to make it better." He said lowly.
"you don't always have to cater to me you know..." I said quietly.
"yeah I do." He replied back flatly.
"So when you're feeling like that you need to tell me," he demanded.
I snuggled into him as I spoke, "sometimes it isn't even worth talking about though, it's just me being me."
"Everything you feel is worth talking about, stop thinking otherwise." He sighed.
"Clare can we talk about something else please." I pleaded.
He exhaled a breath but nodded, "yeah baby."
He paused for a moment before speaking.
"Put on that movie you were talking about yesterday," he told me.
"I thought you didn't like 'soft shit like that'," I mocked with a smirk causing him to flat face me
"I don't, I'm hoping we'll end up fucking so I won't have to watch it." He said honestly.
