( It's always so accidental, the way they flirt with each other. Clarice has never known someone to make her feel this way without trying. John can though. He just has to look at her and she feels like every cliche high school character that ever lived. And she didn't even go to high school, so it's not fair, really.

He takes a step back, lets go of her shoulders, and Clarice lets herself pull in a slow, steady breath. )

No. Actually, I didn't even mean to? She just followed me.

( She'd felt bad about it, Clarice pretty much stole their dog. But at the same time she hadn't been too guilty. It'd would have been harder sleeping in her bunk alone. )

And then I didn't want to send her back through space-time on her own, so.