Clarisse squeezes the back of her own neck. When she says, "Cosima," it sounds almost like a question.
It just seems on a different level, all of a sudden. Abby might have told Benedict, but the two of them are close friends and telling your close friend you slept with somebody is something that happens all the time. It's in basically every fucking romcom script, right? Cosima and Clarisse are friendly, sure, but not "gossip about a hookup" friendly. And she's, okay, maybe not their boss, but a boss.
Clarisse feels like she needs to clarify. "I told her I slept with someone. I didn't say it was you, specifically, but—she could probably tell who I was talking about." But, ughhhh, "I wasn't there to talk about you. I was trying to figure out—my feelings—"
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It just seems on a different level, all of a sudden. Abby might have told Benedict, but the two of them are close friends and telling your close friend you slept with somebody is something that happens all the time. It's in basically every fucking romcom script, right? Cosima and Clarisse are friendly, sure, but not "gossip about a hookup" friendly. And she's, okay, maybe not their boss, but a boss.
Clarisse feels like she needs to clarify. "I told her I slept with someone. I didn't say it was you, specifically, but—she could probably tell who I was talking about." But, ughhhh, "I wasn't there to talk about you. I was trying to figure out—my feelings—"
Fuck, stop talking.