Oh, I'm upset. When I was still living in my host home when I first arrived, I went to sleep crying and woke the same way for days. But I'm quite sure no one knew because I learned quickly my anger wasn't unique. However, I will happily discuss how absolutely fucked it is that we're here [ She gives a wry smirk. ] anytime anyone would like.

[ In the early days of Boston, while she was still pregnant, she got very good at pretending her life was picture perfect on the outside, while inside she was clawing her way off the edge of a cliff. Their neighbors envied them, and behind closed doors, Claire was throwing heavy objects at Frank's head.

For a moment, her words hang until Wanda speaks again, and Claire's entire face rearranges itself into a soft expression that makes the corners of her eyes crinkle. Wanda can't know how much that means to her, when raising Bree wasn't exactly Claire's strongest moment. Her own eyes are glossy now, and she reaches out to wrap her arms around Wanda in a hug. ]

Of course I don't mind, how could I ever?

[ Pulling back, her hands go to Wanda's arms, squeezing gently. ]

I'm honored you feel that way. You certainly have made me proud.

[ Without Wanda's help with Matt, things would have taken so much longer. And not only that, but the unflinching hesitation to help others is something she's seen first hand. There's nothing she's saying now that isn't true. Wanda has a place in her heart already, and Claire squeezes gently again before letting go of her completely. ]

I think you should let me treat you to a meal. Or at the very least, I'm famished and I wouldn't mind good company if you aren't too busy for the next hour or so.

[ If Wanda can join her, Claire would like to gently ask about her mother, not knowing if she's living, and if she is, if they're close. But this moment right now, she doesn't want to unintentionally ruin. ]