( There's a moment of silence as Jason's eyes divert to the ground. He is absolutely going to fuck this up, but she doesn't need to know about the Travis thing that's gonna happen since he'll be pretty adamant about not fucking around with it at least. So there is that, but... who knows how else he can make a mess of shit, really. Jason's pretty great at that ruining things, thing. Until then: ) Thanks. ( It's quiet, and he rubs the back of his head a little before letting the arm from his hand around the back of his neck. ) For trusting me with this.
( No, stop. Don't make this more awkward than it already is, Claire. His eyes flicked upward to her when she squeezed his shoulders and all he could feel was this sinking in his stomach--it was nice, a simple gesture that made a lot more than he was willing to admit.
Though Jason was thankful for the topic change. Hands shove themselves into the pockets of his ratty jeans. ) What, don't like orange?
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You're welcome, Jason. I'm hoping you'll have a thing or two to teach me.
[She gives his shoulder a brief, light squeeze before stepping away to trail her hand over the orange paint of the car.]
Maybe once all is said and done we can see about a new coat of paint, too.
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Though Jason was thankful for the topic change. Hands shove themselves into the pockets of his ratty jeans. ) What, don't like orange?