He frowned slightly as she backtracked, only then realizing exactly how damaged she was.  He knew he still hadn’t seen all of the damage, but his friend was right.  Her confidence was shot, non-existent, but there was still enough of her left.  He wanted the old Claire back, the one who would have stood up to him and told him that going out with Hannah would be good for him, that he had to date sometime.  That at the very least it would have been a fun evening out, even if nothing came from it.<br/><br/>He wiped the frown from his face before she glanced up at him again, her smile almost breaking his heart.<br/><br/>“Why would I want to go out with some other woman when you’re here anyway,” he said with a matching smile of his own.  “They would never match up to you.  That’s one of my issues you know.  I always compare any woman I go out with to you and they fall short… well short.  I hate your husband sometimes,” he chided, draping his arm over her shoulder and drawing her close.<br/><br/>“Now, if only I could get you to dance with me…” he said with a mischievous tone to his voice.  “Remember our first date?  What was that song we danced to?”  He remembered of course, but he wanted to see if she did as well.   “You could move, I barely managed to keep up with you.”<br/>