Abby snorts. "... You're actually not the first person to say that to me."

Or the first person to get caught in the middle of them. Abby knows it fucking sucks. Clarisse isn't alone in wishing it wasn't like this.

Setting the comb aside she drags her fingers slowly through the waves of her hair, sectioning it out before she starts to slowly braid. "That why you've been avoiding our room too?"

She noticed.