Abby watches her take a bite out of the cookie and then she looks away, down at her hands instead. She takes the bread that Clarisse ripped off for her and puts it absentmindedly into her mouth, ignoring the dull ache when she clenches her teeth down to bite through the crust. Her stomach feels like it's in her shoes.

It's just gonna be like this now, huh. Everything is gonna remind her of Ellie one way or the other until enough time passes that it doesn't. Even shitty cookies aren't safe. It feels a little like she has a gut wound, like she's gonna be working around it for a while, instinctively moving her body in a different way to protect the part that's hurt.

Wags has put his chin on her knee in an attempt to commiserate — or maybe he just wants some of the bread.

"Wanna stay up and just... watch the rain?"

She doesn't know what else to do. There is nothing else to do right now except wait until tomorrow, when they can start doing something about this.