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[Has an umbrella.] Hey, sucks to be you, huh?

[Just... a hint of a glare. Be nice to the boy, Claire, and maybe he'll share. She's small, she'd totally fit.] You think?

Yeah, and you're getting drenched.

[He's so charming.]

No way. [She might swoon if she wasn't so miserable. Wet dog isn't really a good look for her.] Am I? I'd hardly noticed.

And observant too.

[He looks over at her and shrugs, shifting his umbrella over a little if she wants to get under it, she has room now.]

[And that earns him a smile as she steps over to walk beside him, trying not to get too close. But she is kind of cold. It hadn't been raining when she left the house that morning!] Thank you. I guess chivalry isn't dead, after all.

Yeah, I'm sure you have a real hard time finding guys who'd be nice to you. [Oh, just a little sarcasm.]

But you gave me a hard time before you were nice to me. You're not normally this nice, are you? [At least, Claire's hoping her deducing skills are working well enough to have made that assumption.]

Yeah, so don't tell anyone. You'll totally ruin my reputation.

[Not that he has one. Most people don't know he exists.] Anyway, you look pretty pathetic, so.

Oh, and here I was thinking you might secretly be a ladies' man. [He's actually not bad, as far as company goes. At least he's honest.]

Thanks, I was kinda going for the sad puppy look. Wet, sloppy hair, makeup running down my face... it brings all the boys to the yard, y'know?

Yeah, it works for you. Me, I just wander around in the rain with an umbrella... Because that's not creepy.

I'd say wandering in the rain without an umbrella is worse. But... were the situation reversed, I'd have offered to share with you, for what it's worth.