"Of course." There's some sympathy in her expression for listening to Luther list all those things out. She disagrees with the phrasing and assumptions of some of them as he puts them, but she's had to think of it—vastly more than he has.

"Becoming someone's mom does that." It makes you think about your own parents, theirs. She glances that topic, only skimming the surface with the edges of the wings of her point, refusing to let it land or soak through. "But so did being pulled into Patrick's family gatherings. Claire, being spoiled by his parents."

In a way, that was normal now, but it had been so baffling at first. Always needing to find some excuse for why Claire didn't know or hear from her parents, or any of her Aunts and Uncles. The way it'd been easiest with Luther on the moon, but that left some six other people to make excuses for more and more as Claire got older.

"The same with Vernetta's family basically adopting me in the first year. And Ray's--" --coming in for the wedding, but she doesn't say those words, instead, easily and smoothly making it. "--having long winding phone calls at all the holidays and birthdays."

It was a world she understood, even if she never felt more than half in it.
And she understood what it felt like for Luther, staring at it all from the outside.