"I," Abby says, a stutter of sound that slips out of her unbidden and she swallows, blinking. Just ask. Say something, anything—
She doesn't understand how she managed to cross that fucking sky bridge but she can't get herself to ask for what she wants. The thought of Clarisse rejecting her out of hand doesn't give her vertigo but in this moment it's as scary as looking down over a ledge. So when Clarisse suddenly shifts her weight on the bed and takes her leg back, retreating into her own space, it's both a powerful relief and a crushing disappointment.
That all happened in about five seconds, right? Feels like they've been sitting here on her bed together for days.
"... Thanks for listening," she says. She winces because it really does sound so lame, like it was the first thing off the top of her head, but there is truth in it. She is grateful for that.
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She doesn't understand how she managed to cross that fucking sky bridge but she can't get herself to ask for what she wants. The thought of Clarisse rejecting her out of hand doesn't give her vertigo but in this moment it's as scary as looking down over a ledge. So when Clarisse suddenly shifts her weight on the bed and takes her leg back, retreating into her own space, it's both a powerful relief and a crushing disappointment.
That all happened in about five seconds, right? Feels like they've been sitting here on her bed together for days.
"... Thanks for listening," she says. She winces because it really does sound so lame, like it was the first thing off the top of her head, but there is truth in it. She is grateful for that.