Abby considers this, and the look on Clarisse's face, her reddening ears. It's weirdly sweet. She tries not to think about how she'd actually be really happy for her if they weren't talking about Ellie right now, because it makes her feel like an asshole.

"Well," and this feels fair, "if you haven't told her in... three months, I'm doing it."

That'll light a fire under her. It's probably better to get in now, establish this hard rule before all the pining starts. If she has to lie here for more than three months listening to Clarisse agonise over how to tell somebody she loves them, she really will audibly gag.