[ Trauma recovery. After conversations with Sam, she sometimes wonders if she needs some sort of recovery treatment. He'd explained to her what PTSD is, what those moments are when the only thing she can feel is the tightening pressure in her chest, unable to move or breathe. Not only because of the war, but from so many moments that inflicted deep, scarring pain she's never been allowed or given the room to deal with.
She could go to Crane, she supposes, but her trauma feels safer tucked within herself. At least for now. She appreciates Arthur's willingness to talk, and she's an attentive listener. The more he explains, the more her face creases into what can only be described as a what in the actual fuck? expression. Which isn't that much different from what comes out of her mouth. ]
Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ, that's—[ Claire doesn't know what that is, but this might be the most reaction she's had to anything he's said. It gives more context to Arthur though, and she lets out a breath. ]—well, I hope you made it out of each game alright...?
[ She trails off on a question, realizing she doesn't know if he's arrived from any sort of death experience. ]
cw: mentions of ptsd
She could go to Crane, she supposes, but her trauma feels safer tucked within herself. At least for now. She appreciates Arthur's willingness to talk, and she's an attentive listener. The more he explains, the more her face creases into what can only be described as a what in the actual fuck? expression. Which isn't that much different from what comes out of her mouth. ]
Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ, that's—[ Claire doesn't know what that is, but this might be the most reaction she's had to anything he's said. It gives more context to Arthur though, and she lets out a breath. ]—well, I hope you made it out of each game alright...?
[ She trails off on a question, realizing she doesn't know if he's arrived from any sort of death experience. ]