Of course. You know you're welcome over any time, Poe. [ With very few exceptions, of the variety she's not too inclined to mention to him.
Obviously, Poe has other sexual partners than her, not to mention Finn and Gwen, and they're only friends with some seriously wonderful benefits, Clary still doesn't feel the need nor have the desire to bring up anyone else she might sleep with. Not that she particularly wants to keep anything from him, more just that when she's with him, sometimes she forgets that other people exist.
The remote is easy enough to spot, sitting on the coffee table beside the pizza box. If Poe hasn't found it by the time Clary circles around to the couch as well, she'll offer it to him as she sits down — angled towards the spot he'll surely take, one elbow on the back of the sofa, feet pulled up beneath her. She doesn't settle into the middle spot, though she also doesn't tuck into the corner, leaving him the option of some space between them or sitting close enough that her knees could end up resting in his lap. ]
And though you definitely don't ever need an excuse, you know I'm here for you if you need to talk about something, right?
[ It's an open invitation but if he doesn't take her up on it, she'll let it drop. At least for the time being. She doesn't want to press but she is curious and, more than that, wanting to make sure he's okay. Because something's definitely off and it's making the small pit of concern in her belly twist further. ]
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Obviously, Poe has other sexual partners than her, not to mention Finn and Gwen, and they're only friends with some seriously wonderful benefits, Clary still doesn't feel the need nor have the desire to bring up anyone else she might sleep with. Not that she particularly wants to keep anything from him, more just that when she's with him, sometimes she forgets that other people exist.
The remote is easy enough to spot, sitting on the coffee table beside the pizza box. If Poe hasn't found it by the time Clary circles around to the couch as well, she'll offer it to him as she sits down — angled towards the spot he'll surely take, one elbow on the back of the sofa, feet pulled up beneath her. She doesn't settle into the middle spot, though she also doesn't tuck into the corner, leaving him the option of some space between them or sitting close enough that her knees could end up resting in his lap. ]
And though you definitely don't ever need an excuse, you know I'm here for you if you need to talk about something, right?
[ It's an open invitation but if he doesn't take her up on it, she'll let it drop. At least for the time being. She doesn't want to press but she is curious and, more than that, wanting to make sure he's okay. Because something's definitely off and it's making the small pit of concern in her belly twist further. ]