Abby nods mutely. In a funny way the spot where they're touching is keeping her from looking down instead of looking at Clarisse. If she doesn't look at it, it doesn't exist... Something like that. She can get away with it? And Clarisse doesn't move either, she makes a face at Abby — one she's done a hundred times before that looks different, better up close — and cups a hand around her mouth to keep from laughing.

It immediately makes Abby laugh. Yeah. 'Dumb but true' could be the title of her biography. "Sorry," she says, but she's grinning almost apologetically. I swear I'm not usually this awkward. I swear I don't usually act like this after I've slept with someone?

She's got front row seats to her gaze dropping to her thumbnail, the slight furrow of her brow when she's thinking.

"Uh..."

Abby shrugs. Stalling for time cuz she wants to say 'I dunno' and leave it there, but Clarisse deserves more from her than that. "I guess I notice guys more," is what she lands on, plucking at the end of her braid. "It's not like I never... I've thought about it before, heaps of times — girls, I mean. But I haven't ever done anything about it."

Until now, until this. And god, it was so easy to, with Clarisse. And it was so good.

"How come?"