[ It's her openness that boggles Claude, how she's so willing to talk about something that is probably a mild point of discomfort or contention on her part. He's long since gotten used to people having acute aversions to anything that might make them seem anything less than perfectly put together, so her forthrightness is... uncomfortable. Strange. He knows it doesn't obligate him to talk about himself, but still. He doesn't know what to do with all of this, in all truth.
He folds his hands on his lap, watches Gus try to sketch a picture of Oren on someone's notepad. Gus makes it look easy, the whole living business.
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He folds his hands on his lap, watches Gus try to sketch a picture of Oren on someone's notepad. Gus makes it look easy, the whole living business.
He knows it's not. ]
And? Are you unhappy with that?