[ Clara lets her head drop, closing her eyes. It went exactly how she thought it would. Looking back at Red, she shrugs with one shoulder helplessly. ]
He's so mad. I mean, I'm hoping what you said is right at least in this regard, that he won't remember. He hates it, he hates that I did it. He isn't angry at me just the idea that I thought he was worth it.
[ Grabbing the bottle of alcohol again, Clara pours a generous amount and studies it before glancing at Red. ]
He kept asking why, so I—I told him I love him. [ The alcohol excuses away the flush of embarrassment and Clara downs a couple of swallows before putting the cup on the nightstand, reaching for crisps. ]
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He's so mad. I mean, I'm hoping what you said is right at least in this regard, that he won't remember. He hates it, he hates that I did it. He isn't angry at me just the idea that I thought he was worth it.
[ Grabbing the bottle of alcohol again, Clara pours a generous amount and studies it before glancing at Red. ]
He kept asking why, so I—I told him I love him. [ The alcohol excuses away the flush of embarrassment and Clara downs a couple of swallows before putting the cup on the nightstand, reaching for crisps. ]