"Shallow and surfaced." That was how things were before. Claude crossed her arms, and her lips parted to say something else, but she paused. She glanced down at Chance, and then off to the side. Her lips pulled into a firm line briefly as she thought.
"I..." Just want you to know that maybe I could be someone who would try my hardest to not let you down. She didn't finish that sentence, and after a moment she turned on her heel and headed towards his door. Before she reached it though, she stopped, and her brows knitted briefly. After another moment, Claude turned on her heel again and came right back, standing off to his side again, her hands making tight fists at her sides.
"For someone who claims not to grasp emotion, you project a ******** ton of unbridled enthusiasm, passion, dedication, joy, wonder, awe, excitement, and admiration for an endless expanse of self-luminous gaseous spheroidal celestial bodies of great mass which produce energy by means of nuclear fusion reactions. Self-luminous gaseous spheroidal celestial bodies which give back
nothing for all that you put into it. I wondered how could you hold so much passion for something which doesn't give two flying ******** about you, and I think found an answer. You can project what you want onto the stars without the fear of them disappointing you. I'm here." One fist loosened to point down at the ground. "Trying, because I do give two ******** about you, but I'm at a disadvantage because I'm not a star."
Though her volume stayed low and even, her tone fluctuated with a zeal, and after she finished, she was done for the night. Claude did not wait for anything else after getting that off her chest, and made it back across his room in quick strides. She slid out the door and softly closed it behind her.
