I laugh softly.
"Well... someone had to save the situation."
Clara lowers her gaze to her plate again, still with that small smile on her lips.
For a few seconds we eat in silence again, the morning light coming in stronger now, filling the kitchen. And while I watch her there, sitting in front of me, with her bathrobe, her hair still damp and that calm on her face...
I think something that I don't say out loud, that this scene... This breakfast is simple.
This awkward but kind conversation is strangely... family. As if we were remembering how this is done, how to share a morning.
I walk into the bathroom with my clothes in hand, close the door behind me, and for a moment just stand there, looking around. It is... very Clara.
I wouldn't know how to explain it any other way, the bath
