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"Well, yeah," Clarisse says flatly, "I'm pissed at both of you for talking about me and deciding what I'd be allowed to know about you, like, three months ago, and then not actually telling me anything."
But even in that instance, her anger falls more toward Ellie. And she knows it isn't entirely fair, but Ellie's the one she's been lying in bed with night after night, and she can't just turn her feelings off.
"As far as everything else goes, I don't know."
But even in that instance, her anger falls more toward Ellie. And she knows it isn't entirely fair, but Ellie's the one she's been lying in bed with night after night, and she can't just turn her feelings off.
"As far as everything else goes, I don't know."
Abby can't help wincing. Without realising it, she's scooped her braid back over her shoulder again to tug at it, fucking with the loose ends as she mulls a couple words over.
"She really cares about what you think. I accused her of hiding some shit from me because she was trying to trick me into trusting her." Saying it out loud is embarrassing, especially when it's so obvious Ellie wasn't trying to do that, but at the time that's what it felt like. "She didn't want that to happen with you. And it's kind of a hard thing to bring up when you know what it sounds like."
Eugh... is she really going to sit here and stick up for Ellie? This sucks. She sighs heavily. "We fucked that up, obviously, but I don't know how we couldn't have."
"She really cares about what you think. I accused her of hiding some shit from me because she was trying to trick me into trusting her." Saying it out loud is embarrassing, especially when it's so obvious Ellie wasn't trying to do that, but at the time that's what it felt like. "She didn't want that to happen with you. And it's kind of a hard thing to bring up when you know what it sounds like."
Eugh... is she really going to sit here and stick up for Ellie? This sucks. She sighs heavily. "We fucked that up, obviously, but I don't know how we couldn't have."
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"It would've helped if she hadn't namedropped the baby over a month ago and skipped over the part where she was raising him," Clarisse mutters darkly.
Because that's a big part of it. The revenge and the murder weren't amazing to hear about, obviously, but Clarisse can at least relate to those concepts. Finding out her girlfriend has a kid, even if that kid is in some other universe, is fucking her up way worse.
Again, though, not Abby's fault. Unless Abby knew about that, too, and didn't say anything. Then it's... partly her fault.
Because that's a big part of it. The revenge and the murder weren't amazing to hear about, obviously, but Clarisse can at least relate to those concepts. Finding out her girlfriend has a kid, even if that kid is in some other universe, is fucking her up way worse.
Again, though, not Abby's fault. Unless Abby knew about that, too, and didn't say anything. Then it's... partly her fault.
Abby looks up instantly, frowning. Clarisse is still lying flat on her back, staring up at the ceiling, her jaw set. She looks pretty pissed off, but it's not like anybody would expect her to be anything else, considering. "The what?"
The... baby?? She adds, stupidly, "What baby?"
The... baby?? She adds, stupidly, "What baby?"
Clarisse knows immediately that she fucked up, and Abby doesn't know anything about JJ, but the problem is that she's too hurt to care enough to stop herself from fucking up worse.
"Her girlfriend's kid. She had him after Seattle and they moved onto a farm and were raising him together." Until Ellie decided to leave, but Clarisse doesn't want to get into all that.
"I'm allowed to be mad. Right?" She isn't just being a dick, right? It's kind of fucked up not to tell someone you're dating that you technically have a kid somewhere, even if you have your reasons for keeping it to yourself, right? Right??
"Her girlfriend's kid. She had him after Seattle and they moved onto a farm and were raising him together." Until Ellie decided to leave, but Clarisse doesn't want to get into all that.
"I'm allowed to be mad. Right?" She isn't just being a dick, right? It's kind of fucked up not to tell someone you're dating that you technically have a kid somewhere, even if you have your reasons for keeping it to yourself, right? Right??
She realises what Clarisse is talking about in stages, the first round hitting her when she realises Clarisse isn't saying Ellie had a baby, second as she remembers that pregnant woman in the theater, the one she held a knife to the throat of. That one makes her feel sick, stomach churning. Relief pokes a few fingers through. Obviously she was fine, she... had her baby. They moved onto a farm and raised him together, but Ellie left, she must have, because she was there. At the end.
For a moment she doesn't even process Clarisse's question, too busy tripping through all of the implications. Then she says, "Yeah," haltingly. "I think so."
She feels mad. She feels disgusted, and she doesn't know what to say.
For a moment she doesn't even process Clarisse's question, too busy tripping through all of the implications. Then she says, "Yeah," haltingly. "I think so."
She feels mad. She feels disgusted, and she doesn't know what to say.
It seems to occur to Clarisse, all of a sudden, that they shouldn't be talking about this, and that bringing it up at all was a shitty thing for her to do. She just took very private, personal information of Ellie's and handed it over to Abby without hesitating.
She hadn't known at first that Abby hadn't known about the kid, but... still.
She falls into a brooding, guilty silence, still staring up at the ceiling. Wrings her hands together and uses one thumbnail to pick at the other one. Click. Click. Clickclickclick.
She hadn't known at first that Abby hadn't known about the kid, but... still.
She falls into a brooding, guilty silence, still staring up at the ceiling. Wrings her hands together and uses one thumbnail to pick at the other one. Click. Click. Clickclickclick.
It's a fairly awkward silence. Abby, upon noticing Clarisse is maybe wishing she hadn't just said all of that, releases a held breath. She unclenches her jaw.
"That – must have been a lot. To hear all at once."
The baby thing in and of itself is wild, and it was only one slice of the insane pie. "You okay?"
"That – must have been a lot. To hear all at once."
The baby thing in and of itself is wild, and it was only one slice of the insane pie. "You okay?"
"Yeah," Clarisse agrees, and lets all her breath out in a long, tired sigh. "And I will be.
Just not today.
"I had to tell her about something fucked up I did, too." Like, not as fucked up as all that, but still. "It was just... a really long night."
Just not today.
"I had to tell her about something fucked up I did, too." Like, not as fucked up as all that, but still. "It was just... a really long night."
"Oh. Is this some... new thing that couples are doing together that I don't know about?"
It's a bad joke, but she's trying to make Clarisse laugh, even if only a little bit. She looks stressed out over there, stretched out prone, pinging her nails off of each other as she picks at her fingers.
It's a bad joke, but she's trying to make Clarisse laugh, even if only a little bit. She looks stressed out over there, stretched out prone, pinging her nails off of each other as she picks at her fingers.
Clarisse snorts. It's not a genuine laugh, but it's the closest thing she can manage.
"Yeah. You wouldn't know about it because you're always single." Boom, roasted.
She stops messing with her thumbnails and rolls onto her side so she can look at Abby. She knows that Abby is going to Hate This, but she has to be honest and she doesn't have anyone else to say it to.
"I think... I love her," she says quietly. It's why this all hurts so much. If she didn't love Ellie, she wouldn't care, right? "Don't—tell anybody I said that."
"Yeah. You wouldn't know about it because you're always single." Boom, roasted.
She stops messing with her thumbnails and rolls onto her side so she can look at Abby. She knows that Abby is going to Hate This, but she has to be honest and she doesn't have anyone else to say it to.
"I think... I love her," she says quietly. It's why this all hurts so much. If she didn't love Ellie, she wouldn't care, right? "Don't—tell anybody I said that."
"You're so funny," Abby tells her witheringly, and her eyes go right to Clarisse's face the moment she rolls over, baring herself. This means Clarisse gets treated to an expression of distaste that forms before Abby can catch it: a scrunch in her mouth, brow furrowing, a tightness in her jaw.
"Oh." She doesn't hate it, but it's weird. Clearly, this thing with the two of them is not just a thing, it has staying power. Abby wonders how it got this big when she wasn't looking. While she was being 'always single' or whatever.
Big feelings all around. Realising she should at least try to be a better friend than this, she gives Clarisse a thumbs up. "I won't tell."
But, "Are you gonna tell her? Honestly, it doesn't really do anything for me."
"Oh." She doesn't hate it, but it's weird. Clearly, this thing with the two of them is not just a thing, it has staying power. Abby wonders how it got this big when she wasn't looking. While she was being 'always single' or whatever.
Big feelings all around. Realising she should at least try to be a better friend than this, she gives Clarisse a thumbs up. "I won't tell."
But, "Are you gonna tell her? Honestly, it doesn't really do anything for me."
The look on Abby's face isn't any kind of surprise, but at least she doesn't audibly gag or anything. Clarisse knows that she's trying. This is most definitely not the conversation either of them thought they'd be having right now, but here it is.
"Yeeeeah," she says, and her face is a little red, "I mean... eventually, sure."
It feels like she and Ellie have been dating for months and months, but that isn't really true. It's complicated. And saying it right after all this would feel weird, almost performative.
"Yeeeeah," she says, and her face is a little red, "I mean... eventually, sure."
It feels like she and Ellie have been dating for months and months, but that isn't really true. It's complicated. And saying it right after all this would feel weird, almost performative.
Abby considers this, and the look on Clarisse's face, her reddening ears. It's weirdly sweet. She tries not to think about how she'd actually be really happy for her if they weren't talking about Ellie right now, because it makes her feel like an asshole.
"Well," and this feels fair, "if you haven't told her in... three months, I'm doing it."
That'll light a fire under her. It's probably better to get in now, establish this hard rule before all the pining starts. If she has to lie here for more than three months listening to Clarisse agonise over how to tell somebody she loves them, she really will audibly gag.
"Well," and this feels fair, "if you haven't told her in... three months, I'm doing it."
That'll light a fire under her. It's probably better to get in now, establish this hard rule before all the pining starts. If she has to lie here for more than three months listening to Clarisse agonise over how to tell somebody she loves them, she really will audibly gag.
"No you're not," Clarisse fires back, but the only reason she's so confident is because she doesn't think Abby would go out of her way to tell Ellie the tower was on fire, much less that Clarisse loves her.
After a moment, though: "Fine. Within three months." That's plenty of time.
After a moment, though: "Fine. Within three months." That's plenty of time.
"I might."
She won't. She can't imagine anything more cloyingly awkward, and it's not even worth pretending she would even to jokingly threaten Clarisse with it. But she has to say something, and she doesn't know what else to say.
Changing the subject, "What do you mean you had to tell her something fucked up you did?"
Also, what thing was that? She wants to know but doesn't want to ask outright.
She won't. She can't imagine anything more cloyingly awkward, and it's not even worth pretending she would even to jokingly threaten Clarisse with it. But she has to say something, and she doesn't know what else to say.
Changing the subject, "What do you mean you had to tell her something fucked up you did?"
Also, what thing was that? She wants to know but doesn't want to ask outright.
For a second Clarisse only blinks at her. The sudden circling back to this is almost disorienting, but... she gets why Abby would want to move on from the subject of her being in love with Ellie Williams, so she lets it slide.
"She saw my memories, too," she says finally. It's not an explanation in the way Abby wants, but it's not nothing, either.
"She saw my memories, too," she says finally. It's not an explanation in the way Abby wants, but it's not nothing, either.
Feels more like getting a door deliberately shut in her face. She says, "Right," and falls silent, feeling awkward, like she shouldn't have asked at all. But she still wants to know, it's like they've had something in common this entire time and she's only just finding out about it.
"How come I didn't see any of your memories?" Like it was something that Ellie got and she didn't.
It's weird, that's all. Presumably Clarisse knows a fair amount of fucked up things about Abby at this point.
"How come I didn't see any of your memories?" Like it was something that Ellie got and she didn't.
It's weird, that's all. Presumably Clarisse knows a fair amount of fucked up things about Abby at this point.
"We got lucky, I guess."
Clarisse is glad for that, if nothing else. She's not sure she could have dealt with the fallout of something so invasive happening to her and Abby at the same time as all this shit with Ellie.
She's surprised by the look on Abby's face more than her question, though. Sort of hurt, and closed off. It takes her a few seconds to realize why.
"Oh," she says, not sure whether she should be offended or not. "You want to know what I did?"
Clarisse is glad for that, if nothing else. She's not sure she could have dealt with the fallout of something so invasive happening to her and Abby at the same time as all this shit with Ellie.
She's surprised by the look on Abby's face more than her question, though. Sort of hurt, and closed off. It takes her a few seconds to realize why.
"Oh," she says, not sure whether she should be offended or not. "You want to know what I did?"
"Well," Abby says, "Yeah."
It sounds pretty bad saying it outright like that but it's not like she can take it back.
What she's trying to say is, "I wanna know more about you. It doesn't have to be something really fucked up, for the record." She tugs her braid through her hand, tosses it over her shoulder. "It's just that you know all this shit about me now, but I don't feel like I know that much about you."
The basics of Clarisse's life, yeah. They talk all the time, it's not that, but as far as deeper conversations go...
Maybe they aren't there yet? And for some, insane reason, she's envious of Ellie for knowing her better. But they're literally dating, so of course she does?? Abby frowns. She rubs her neck. She's probably making this uncomfortable.
It sounds pretty bad saying it outright like that but it's not like she can take it back.
What she's trying to say is, "I wanna know more about you. It doesn't have to be something really fucked up, for the record." She tugs her braid through her hand, tosses it over her shoulder. "It's just that you know all this shit about me now, but I don't feel like I know that much about you."
The basics of Clarisse's life, yeah. They talk all the time, it's not that, but as far as deeper conversations go...
Maybe they aren't there yet? And for some, insane reason, she's envious of Ellie for knowing her better. But they're literally dating, so of course she does?? Abby frowns. She rubs her neck. She's probably making this uncomfortable.
[[Jogging! Hand up in a wave! Let's see you keep up with this cardio, Barrow.]]
Abby! Could you help me with something?
Abby! Could you help me with something?
[From about twenty feet away, Abby receives a call on her crystal:]
Don't listen to him, whatever he says he's lying.
[he'll never keep up with the cardio ok]
Don't listen to him, whatever he says he's lying.
[he'll never keep up with the cardio ok]
Some heavy lifting. Flint's calling for helpers to clear an area, lift up some ballista to place them on the battlements of the Gallows.
[He leans in closer.]
Barrow's also recruiting.
[He leans in closer.]
Barrow's also recruiting.
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