The look on Abby's face, a narrowing of her eyebrows and a twisting of her lips that make her look both disgusted and pissed off, has Clarisse regretting her decision to say anything almost immediately. Fffffuck.

She feels her cheeks heat up. It's shame, not anger. She can't be angry about it because she can't defend herself. She already just said there's no way to spin the story to make her look good.

She just really, really doesn't want Abby to think she sucks. Or to stop being her friend.

When Abby speaks, then, it catches her completely by surprise. Clarisse isn't sure what to say.

"Oh," she says, echoing Abby in a way that sounds almost dazed. "That's... a really shitty thing to have in common."