Clarisse decides she's just going to flop onto her back on the bed, so she can stare up at the ceiling instead of having to avoid looking at Abby the whole time.

"Guess you two are just made for each other," she mutters, and yeah, it's a bitchy thing to say, but she's over it.

She shuffles her legs, kicking first one boot onto the floor, then the other. She's not leaving this room today. (Unless this conversation goes so badly that she feels like she can't be around Abby anymore. Then all bets are off.)