Emerging from the bathroom a second time, Six was now wearing the sweat pants that looked more like capris over halfway up his calves and a tourist shirt from the last trip to Cape Cod before her mother died. It didn't quite cover his belly button.
Claire couldn't help it. She was so strung out from everything that happened today that she started cackling and couldn't stop.
He looked so stupid!! Especially with his blank face and light brown military-style short undercut. The epitome of seriousness wearing an outfit like that was too much for her poor nerves to take.
Every time she tried to apologize and get a hold of herself she would look at his perfectly expressionless face and crack up all over again. This went on for more than fifteen minutes.
When she finally stopped, Six spoke up. "Are you alright now?"
"Yeah…sorry about that. I think everything from earlier finally caught up with me. I didn't mean to be rude," Claire said remorsefully.
