Ellie works her mouth, drops her gaze to her blankets, and picks at a stray thread. She still doesn't want to look at Abby when she says it. Is relieved when she doesn't say his name.

She still can't stand the thought of Joel's name in Abby's mouth. It no longer feels like a betrayal to sit here and speak to her, but that doesn't mean she can stomach it easily.

Abby took him from her, and Ellie is rapidly running out of steam to continue this conversation. Her fingertips are tingling.

"Yeah," she says softly.