They watch each other. It doesn't hit Abby as hard this time; she didn't come in here to make Ellie feel bad about what she said or did, anyways. It already fucking happened. What's the point. She doesn't want to hear anything like regret or pity come out of Ellie's mouth either or she'll have to leave, and they're not done.

So she shifts her weight, and nods slowly.

"Okay." Now she can stop wondering. Now, she just knows. Abby clears her throat.

"What did you want to talk to me about?"