Clarisse is shaking her head, but she's smiling. She keeps holding onto Abby's wrist, enjoying the way it's warm against her palm. Right, Abby walked away from her first, but Clarisse had been planning her own escape too, and she'd been too relieved by the sudden aloneness to even think about being offended.

"Yeah, I know." She's thinking back to yesterday, how Abby had asked if they could talk and then kissed her instead. They might have had this conversation last night instead, then, if Abby had hesitated a little more. But Clarisse kind of prefers it this way, talking now that the immediate emotional reaction of being forgotten and then remembered again has had time to settle.

"So does this mean," she says, trailing off, a little embarrassed about what she's asking. "Are we..." Dating seems sort of dumb to say, because isn't that what you do to get to know somebody? She already knows Abby. Official seems equally stupid, like they're going to have to go announce their intentions publicly or something.

"Together," she settles on, waving her free hand in a very it's whatever! who cares! way even though it's not whatever and she cares a lot.