She watches Clarisse come and sit on her bed, and pick at her blanket, and not look at her. She's assuming that Clarisse saw something in the temple, a terrible or sad memory of hers that she'll have to explain. She presses her back teeth together and waits, releasing a breath she didn't know she was holding when she finally speaks up.

"Oh." Right. That. Her... side of things.

It's Abby's turn to look down at her blanket, tucked around her waist. "Okay." She frowns, and picks at a little flap of skin on her thumb, feeling weirdly guilty. Why should she? It's not as if anybody ever hands you a manual on how to deal with a situation like this; she's been doing her best. Right?

"... We talked about that," she confesses, "About telling you what happened. We were gonna tell you different things, but I – didn't know when to bring it all up."

She adds awkwardly, "You guys okay?" Like. Relationship-wise...