Abby is looking at Clarisse but immediately stops the moment she averts her eyes — in fact, her face drops directly into her palm. She sighs, sags in place. What the fuckkkkkk.

It's fine, it's fine just... give her a second.

"That's not what he told me," she clarifies, after she's had a breath and dragged her hand down her face. Clarisse is staring determinedly at the ceiling instead of looking at her and that's appreciated right now. She feels hot and uncomfortable.

"Okay. Whatever, he — sorry. I shouldn't have said anything."