I walk around the room looking for a bathrobe; everything is exactly where it's always been.
I take one from the back of a chair and put it on as I speak.
"Everything is in its place," I say. "You can take whatever you want... whatever you need."
Clara nods, but I notice a small gesture of shyness in her expression. Her hands play for a moment with the edge of her shirt.
For a moment I wonder if she is thinking the same as me.
That all this is felt... too natural, too similar to before.
I get a little closer.
"Do you want us to shower together?" I ask with a slight smile. "Or would you rather have breakfast first?"
I look at her carefully.
"What do you want?"
I want to know, I want to do the right thing. I want this morning to be easy for her.
But Clara lowers her gaze for a sec
