"And be the only sober person in a room full of people who aren't even really themselves?" Claire asks incredulously, trying her best to keep her tone down and soft, gentle as she wants to be. But the fact is that the very thought of being the single person to stand in the corner is one that she shies immediately away from. Once, twice, it's tolerable. But making a habit of it is something that strikes Claire as isolating, even just in idle thought, and she takes a deep breath to try and gather everything. Her thoughts, her sentiments, anything that might best communicate to Chris how she feels.

"That's your kind of world, you know? Yours and Maxxie's. And in mine, god, we hardly even do more than play Twister when the cheerleaders get together. We talk about, I don't know, who's dating who," she sighs. "And I don't think I'm comfortable going further than that. Maybe it's just a cultural thing, I don't know, but where I live, staying away from drugs and alcohol is what we aim for."