Timmy let his head rest against hers. It was strange to be this close. There had been a point when he had feared he had lost her. Clara had been his rock ever since he had been welcomed into Holden's little group of misfits, and then Rory had arrived. Rory, with his little act, Rory, who ran at every chance he could get. And Clara had always run after him. But not this time. Rory had run, and Clara had stayed. And now they were going through the unimaginable. Together.
"Honestly? I don't know," he replied, brushing his thumb against her shoulder. She was still wearing the same clothes she had been yesterday. He was, too, of course. "I don't think Lianne will come back. She was... well..." he trailed off, swallowing. Clara hadn't been in the room when Lianne had taken off through the door, screaming. "Maria will go look for her. And I... I think I want to go see my family." He bit his lip, glancing down at her.