She doesn't really have a good answer for that, unless 'I wanted to know if I was a one off' is a good answer, which she doubts. "Just curious, I guess. I never really talked about it before with anybody." This is true, too.

"I was the same way at home for a long time. Thought about it but never did anything. Plus I had a boyfriend for like..." She rolls her eyes, thinking back. "Too long."

Clarisse stops messing with her thumbnail and looks back up at Abby. Her eyes move from Abby's face to the ends of her fingers as they pinch at the very end of her braid. She's aware that she knows exactly how it'd feel to undo the tie and run her fingers through Abby's hair. She still has a sense memory of the way it smelled like soap and how it was still damp underneath from being washed.

So, okay. She stops looking at the braid, but the only other place to look now is at Abby's face.

They keep tripping up like this. It's all normal and casual and then suddenly Clarisse is reminding herself that she knows what Abby's tongue feels like in her mouth and it's like all the air's gone from the room for a few seconds.

Maybe it's not even 'they,' maybe it's just her. She doesn't know if she can totally make herself believe that, though.