It wrenches a shaky, morbid laugh out of her, too. "Don't tempt me."

Clarisse sniffs. She's not really crying anymore, but every so often her chest hitches. She pinches the bridge of her nose and blinks, hard. Her eyes feel swollen, scratchy.

It's dark out now, helped along by the rainstorm, but not that late, all things considered. She'd never go to bed this early normally, but what else are they supposed to do? Go get dinner, and have to explain why it looks like they've both been crying? Potentially field some awkward question about where Ellie is? Her stomach flips, and she bites down on her lower lip, hard.

"Did you eat?" she asks Abby, finally. "There's food in..." Well. In Ellie's bag.