Clarisse lets the air out of her lungs in a tired sigh. "... Yeah."

In a way, it's a relief being given permission to put those things off until the next day. She would have done them tonight if Abby had wanted to but the thought of having to divvy up Ellie's things makes her feel like throwing up. So does the way she'd brought up the idea almost as soon as she'd finished crying, like some fucking vulture.

It's just that she doesn't know what else to do, and if she's not doing something, Clarisse doesn't know how to handle herself. She opens her mouth a couple times and closes it again, feeling like she should say something to Abby but not sure what.

Slowly, she extracts her hand from Abby's, though she doesn't try to move away from the palm resting on her back. Secretly, she hopes Abby keeps it there. The weight of it is warm and comforting.

"Kind of wish we had some Ambien right now." As an attempt at humor, it mostly falls flat. And she's not even a little bit kidding, anyway. She would absolutely say yes to being unconscious for a while right now.