Clarisse knows immediately that she fucked up, and Abby doesn't know anything about JJ, but the problem is that she's too hurt to care enough to stop herself from fucking up worse.
"Her girlfriend's kid. She had him after Seattle and they moved onto a farm and were raising him together." Until Ellie decided to leave, but Clarisse doesn't want to get into all that.
"I'm allowed to be mad. Right?" She isn't just being a dick, right? It's kind of fucked up not to tell someone you're dating that you technically have a kid somewhere, even if you have your reasons for keeping it to yourself, right? Right??
She realises what Clarisse is talking about in stages, the first round hitting her when she realises Clarisse isn't saying Ellie had a baby, second as she remembers that pregnant woman in the theater, the one she held a knife to the throat of. That one makes her feel sick, stomach churning. Relief pokes a few fingers through. Obviously she was fine, she... had her baby. They moved onto a farm and raised him together, but Ellie left, she must have, because she was there. At the end.
For a moment she doesn't even process Clarisse's question, too busy tripping through all of the implications. Then she says, "Yeah," haltingly. "I think so."
She feels mad. She feels disgusted, and she doesn't know what to say.
It seems to occur to Clarisse, all of a sudden, that they shouldn't be talking about this, and that bringing it up at all was a shitty thing for her to do. She just took very private, personal information of Ellie's and handed it over to Abby without hesitating.
She hadn't known at first that Abby hadn't known about the kid, but... still.
She falls into a brooding, guilty silence, still staring up at the ceiling. Wrings her hands together and uses one thumbnail to pick at the other one. Click. Click. Clickclickclick.
It's a fairly awkward silence. Abby, upon noticing Clarisse is maybe wishing she hadn't just said all of that, releases a held breath. She unclenches her jaw.
"That – must have been a lot. To hear all at once."
The baby thing in and of itself is wild, and it was only one slice of the insane pie. "You okay?"
"Oh. Is this some... new thing that couples are doing together that I don't know about?"
It's a bad joke, but she's trying to make Clarisse laugh, even if only a little bit. She looks stressed out over there, stretched out prone, pinging her nails off of each other as she picks at her fingers.
Clarisse snorts. It's not a genuine laugh, but it's the closest thing she can manage.
"Yeah. You wouldn't know about it because you're always single." Boom, roasted.
She stops messing with her thumbnails and rolls onto her side so she can look at Abby. She knows that Abby is going to Hate This, but she has to be honest and she doesn't have anyone else to say it to.
"I think... I love her," she says quietly. It's why this all hurts so much. If she didn't love Ellie, she wouldn't care, right? "Don't—tell anybody I said that."
"You're so funny," Abby tells her witheringly, and her eyes go right to Clarisse's face the moment she rolls over, baring herself. This means Clarisse gets treated to an expression of distaste that forms before Abby can catch it: a scrunch in her mouth, brow furrowing, a tightness in her jaw.
"Oh." She doesn't hate it, but it's weird. Clearly, this thing with the two of them is not just a thing, it has staying power. Abby wonders how it got this big when she wasn't looking. While she was being 'always single' or whatever.
Big feelings all around. Realising she should at least try to be a better friend than this, she gives Clarisse a thumbs up. "I won't tell."
But, "Are you gonna tell her? Honestly, it doesn't really do anything for me."
The look on Abby's face isn't any kind of surprise, but at least she doesn't audibly gag or anything. Clarisse knows that she's trying. This is most definitely not the conversation either of them thought they'd be having right now, but here it is.
"Yeeeeah," she says, and her face is a little red, "I mean... eventually, sure."
It feels like she and Ellie have been dating for months and months, but that isn't really true. It's complicated. And saying it right after all this would feel weird, almost performative.
Abby considers this, and the look on Clarisse's face, her reddening ears. It's weirdly sweet. She tries not to think about how she'd actually be really happy for her if they weren't talking about Ellie right now, because it makes her feel like an asshole.
"Well," and this feels fair, "if you haven't told her in... three months, I'm doing it."
That'll light a fire under her. It's probably better to get in now, establish this hard rule before all the pining starts. If she has to lie here for more than three months listening to Clarisse agonise over how to tell somebody she loves them, she really will audibly gag.
"No you're not," Clarisse fires back, but the only reason she's so confident is because she doesn't think Abby would go out of her way to tell Ellie the tower was on fire, much less that Clarisse loves her.
After a moment, though: "Fine. Within three months." That's plenty of time.
She won't. She can't imagine anything more cloyingly awkward, and it's not even worth pretending she would even to jokingly threaten Clarisse with it. But she has to say something, and she doesn't know what else to say.
Changing the subject, "What do you mean you had to tell her something fucked up you did?"
Also, what thing was that? She wants to know but doesn't want to ask outright.
For a second Clarisse only blinks at her. The sudden circling back to this is almost disorienting, but... she gets why Abby would want to move on from the subject of her being in love with Ellie Williams, so she lets it slide.
"She saw my memories, too," she says finally. It's not an explanation in the way Abby wants, but it's not nothing, either.
Feels more like getting a door deliberately shut in her face. She says, "Right," and falls silent, feeling awkward, like she shouldn't have asked at all. But she still wants to know, it's like they've had something in common this entire time and she's only just finding out about it.
"How come I didn't see any of your memories?" Like it was something that Ellie got and she didn't.
It's weird, that's all. Presumably Clarisse knows a fair amount of fucked up things about Abby at this point.
Clarisse is glad for that, if nothing else. She's not sure she could have dealt with the fallout of something so invasive happening to her and Abby at the same time as all this shit with Ellie.
She's surprised by the look on Abby's face more than her question, though. Sort of hurt, and closed off. It takes her a few seconds to realize why.
"Oh," she says, not sure whether she should be offended or not. "You want to know what I did?"
It sounds pretty bad saying it outright like that but it's not like she can take it back.
What she's trying to say is, "I wanna know more about you. It doesn't have to be something really fucked up, for the record." She tugs her braid through her hand, tosses it over her shoulder. "It's just that you know all this shit about me now, but I don't feel like I know that much about you."
The basics of Clarisse's life, yeah. They talk all the time, it's not that, but as far as deeper conversations go...
Maybe they aren't there yet? And for some, insane reason, she's envious of Ellie for knowing her better. But they're literally dating, so of course she does?? Abby frowns. She rubs her neck. She's probably making this uncomfortable.
"I don't know shit about you," Clarisse says honestly. She's felt this way for a while, and she's past being mad about it. "I know... basically nothing."
She's loathe to defend Ellie's honor right now, but she kind of has to. At least when it comes to this.
"You don't get it. Ellie is always so careful when she talks about you. She never says anything that has any emotion attached to it, because she doesn't want what she says to change how I feel about you. And she won't say anything she doesn't absolutely have to, because she says it's not her story to tell. So get it out of your head that I know all about you, because I don't."
Abby opens her mouth instantly and then shuts it, because she can't think of anything to say. In wake of her silence, Clarisse keeps talking. She's right, and Abby did not get that, she assumed—
Her face feels very hot.
She's always talked about Ellie like that to other people. Seldom complaining, even coming to her defense once or twice because nobody else could possibly get it, not like they do. But is that even true? Or has she just been stopping Clarisse from trying to understand her, and know who she is? She did this with Derrica, too. And Glimmer.
The problem with Thedas is that the friends she's made don't know what she's been through. She's used to them already knowing. It isn't a bad thing, it's just different and she obviously isn't handling that well.
"Right." What she wouldn't give for something to happen that would force her out of the room and from this conversation... Abby gives it a couple seconds just in case before she grunts, "Sorry."
Seems like they sit there for ages, facing each other without speaking, but in reality it's not that long. Fifteen, twenty seconds, maybe.
Somewhere around second nine, Clarisse realizes that this is also kind of her fault. She hasn't pushed Abby to talk about anything deeper than surface-level shit, and she hasn't exactly jumped at the chance to talk about anything on her end, either.
She's still doing it now, having flipped the conversation away from her own fucked up trauma—less awful than Ellie's revenge trip to Seattle, but not exactly forgivable, either—to point fingers at Abby instead.
Can't really be that mad at someone for not wanting to talk about themselves when you're pulling the exact same shit.
"Why'd you do it?" she asks finally. She doesn't need to say what it is. They both know.
Clarisse just told her that Ellie was holding her side of the story at arm's length and it still surprises her that she doesn't know. She snorts air and says, "Because he killed my dad."
Says it matter of fact. Like it happened so long ago now that it doesn't bother her any more. To be fair, most days it doesn't. Abby thinks she might be actually processing what happened instead of letting it sit, jammed up in her chest like a spike, poking at her insides every single day. It's definitely better this way, even though she fumbles from time to time, and slices herself open on it all over again.
Slowly, she takes a breath. Then, she adds, "Not just 'cuz of him." Mostly because of him. But, "He stormed a hospital we were living in. The Fireflies, I mean. We were looking for a cure, and he killed half our base."
The last piece slots into place, and suddenly, she gets it.
"Oh," Clarisse says, almost breathing the word rather than speaking it. It all makes sense now. Ellie's story lining up with Abby's, and Clarisse can see them side by side for the first time. Joel killed Abby's dad, so Abby went after Joel.
"I knew about the hospital. She told me that part, about the cure and all, but not anything about you. That was the thing I couldn't figure out, why you'd do that, but—" A pause, but not a very long one. "I don't think he was a great person. So I figured you must have had a good reason."
Abby doesn't move. Ellie may have taken great care to cut her out of their shared story, but she'll have heard about Joel by now. She understands the magnitude of Ellie's grief and loss. She's kind of waiting for Clarisse to have a go at her over it, feels herself bristling preemptively. She doesn't think she'd yell, but she might go ahead and say something blunt that will make Abby feel like dirt—
She lifts her head in surprise to look at her.
"Oh," she says, echoing the way Clarisse said it.
Well. Okay then. "Yeah." Felt like a pretty good reason to her.
It's complicated. Clarisse can't pretend it isn't. And the thing is, the kind of agrees with... all of them. She can't say she wouldn't have done what Joel did in that hospital, or that she wouldn't have tracked him down like Abby did, or that she wouldn't have gone to Seattle if she'd seen what Ellie saw. All of them had their reasons, and their reasons weren't bad ones.
"Well, I mean." She rubs the back of her neck, awkward. "If someone killed my mom, I would do the same thing."
This is... weirdly reassuring to hear, but it doesn't stop Abby from snorting. "I hope nobody kills your mom."
And she thinks that her dad would probably really like Clarisse if he could meet her, it's just something that she likes to think about.
"I had so much of Dad's stuff back home," she laments, staring dismally at her comforter and where she's pinching it ruthlessly between two fingers. "I left it in my room at the stadium... they've probably thrown most of it out." She hates that thought, but it's a better one than picturing the WLF giving it all away to other people to use.
Well, it's post-apocalyptic times, so they probably did give some of Abby's dad's stuff away rather than throw it out. But it's a good thing Abby hadn't said anything about it out loud, because it means Clarisse doesn't stick her foot in her mouth by announcing that.
"What kind of stuff?"
Clarisse is genuinely curious. The only items she's ever gotten from her father have been the spear, the replacement spear, and the replacement's replacement. Gifts for becoming head counselor and then capturing the Fleece and then slaying the drakon. Not, like, stuff.
She is always, perhaps weirdly, interested in what normal dads are like.
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"Her girlfriend's kid. She had him after Seattle and they moved onto a farm and were raising him together." Until Ellie decided to leave, but Clarisse doesn't want to get into all that.
"I'm allowed to be mad. Right?" She isn't just being a dick, right? It's kind of fucked up not to tell someone you're dating that you technically have a kid somewhere, even if you have your reasons for keeping it to yourself, right? Right??
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For a moment she doesn't even process Clarisse's question, too busy tripping through all of the implications. Then she says, "Yeah," haltingly. "I think so."
She feels mad. She feels disgusted, and she doesn't know what to say.
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She hadn't known at first that Abby hadn't known about the kid, but... still.
She falls into a brooding, guilty silence, still staring up at the ceiling. Wrings her hands together and uses one thumbnail to pick at the other one. Click. Click. Clickclickclick.
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"That – must have been a lot. To hear all at once."
The baby thing in and of itself is wild, and it was only one slice of the insane pie. "You okay?"
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Just not today.
"I had to tell her about something fucked up I did, too." Like, not as fucked up as all that, but still. "It was just... a really long night."
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It's a bad joke, but she's trying to make Clarisse laugh, even if only a little bit. She looks stressed out over there, stretched out prone, pinging her nails off of each other as she picks at her fingers.
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"Yeah. You wouldn't know about it because you're always single." Boom, roasted.
She stops messing with her thumbnails and rolls onto her side so she can look at Abby. She knows that Abby is going to Hate This, but she has to be honest and she doesn't have anyone else to say it to.
"I think... I love her," she says quietly. It's why this all hurts so much. If she didn't love Ellie, she wouldn't care, right? "Don't—tell anybody I said that."
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"Oh." She doesn't hate it, but it's weird. Clearly, this thing with the two of them is not just a thing, it has staying power. Abby wonders how it got this big when she wasn't looking. While she was being 'always single' or whatever.
Big feelings all around. Realising she should at least try to be a better friend than this, she gives Clarisse a thumbs up. "I won't tell."
But, "Are you gonna tell her? Honestly, it doesn't really do anything for me."
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"Yeeeeah," she says, and her face is a little red, "I mean... eventually, sure."
It feels like she and Ellie have been dating for months and months, but that isn't really true. It's complicated. And saying it right after all this would feel weird, almost performative.
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"Well," and this feels fair, "if you haven't told her in... three months, I'm doing it."
That'll light a fire under her. It's probably better to get in now, establish this hard rule before all the pining starts. If she has to lie here for more than three months listening to Clarisse agonise over how to tell somebody she loves them, she really will audibly gag.
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After a moment, though: "Fine. Within three months." That's plenty of time.
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She won't. She can't imagine anything more cloyingly awkward, and it's not even worth pretending she would even to jokingly threaten Clarisse with it. But she has to say something, and she doesn't know what else to say.
Changing the subject, "What do you mean you had to tell her something fucked up you did?"
Also, what thing was that? She wants to know but doesn't want to ask outright.
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"She saw my memories, too," she says finally. It's not an explanation in the way Abby wants, but it's not nothing, either.
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"How come I didn't see any of your memories?" Like it was something that Ellie got and she didn't.
It's weird, that's all. Presumably Clarisse knows a fair amount of fucked up things about Abby at this point.
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Clarisse is glad for that, if nothing else. She's not sure she could have dealt with the fallout of something so invasive happening to her and Abby at the same time as all this shit with Ellie.
She's surprised by the look on Abby's face more than her question, though. Sort of hurt, and closed off. It takes her a few seconds to realize why.
"Oh," she says, not sure whether she should be offended or not. "You want to know what I did?"
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It sounds pretty bad saying it outright like that but it's not like she can take it back.
What she's trying to say is, "I wanna know more about you. It doesn't have to be something really fucked up, for the record." She tugs her braid through her hand, tosses it over her shoulder. "It's just that you know all this shit about me now, but I don't feel like I know that much about you."
The basics of Clarisse's life, yeah. They talk all the time, it's not that, but as far as deeper conversations go...
Maybe they aren't there yet? And for some, insane reason, she's envious of Ellie for knowing her better. But they're literally dating, so of course she does?? Abby frowns. She rubs her neck. She's probably making this uncomfortable.
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She's loathe to defend Ellie's honor right now, but she kind of has to. At least when it comes to this.
"You don't get it. Ellie is always so careful when she talks about you. She never says anything that has any emotion attached to it, because she doesn't want what she says to change how I feel about you. And she won't say anything she doesn't absolutely have to, because she says it's not her story to tell. So get it out of your head that I know all about you, because I don't."
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Her face feels very hot.
She's always talked about Ellie like that to other people. Seldom complaining, even coming to her defense once or twice because nobody else could possibly get it, not like they do. But is that even true? Or has she just been stopping Clarisse from trying to understand her, and know who she is? She did this with Derrica, too. And Glimmer.
The problem with Thedas is that the friends she's made don't know what she's been through. She's used to them already knowing. It isn't a bad thing, it's just different and she obviously isn't handling that well.
"Right." What she wouldn't give for something to happen that would force her out of the room and from this conversation... Abby gives it a couple seconds just in case before she grunts, "Sorry."
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Somewhere around second nine, Clarisse realizes that this is also kind of her fault. She hasn't pushed Abby to talk about anything deeper than surface-level shit, and she hasn't exactly jumped at the chance to talk about anything on her end, either.
She's still doing it now, having flipped the conversation away from her own fucked up trauma—less awful than Ellie's revenge trip to Seattle, but not exactly forgivable, either—to point fingers at Abby instead.
Can't really be that mad at someone for not wanting to talk about themselves when you're pulling the exact same shit.
"Why'd you do it?" she asks finally. She doesn't need to say what it is. They both know.
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Says it matter of fact. Like it happened so long ago now that it doesn't bother her any more. To be fair, most days it doesn't. Abby thinks she might be actually processing what happened instead of letting it sit, jammed up in her chest like a spike, poking at her insides every single day. It's definitely better this way, even though she fumbles from time to time, and slices herself open on it all over again.
Slowly, she takes a breath. Then, she adds, "Not just 'cuz of him." Mostly because of him. But, "He stormed a hospital we were living in. The Fireflies, I mean. We were looking for a cure, and he killed half our base."
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"Oh," Clarisse says, almost breathing the word rather than speaking it. It all makes sense now. Ellie's story lining up with Abby's, and Clarisse can see them side by side for the first time. Joel killed Abby's dad, so Abby went after Joel.
"I knew about the hospital. She told me that part, about the cure and all, but not anything about you. That was the thing I couldn't figure out, why you'd do that, but—" A pause, but not a very long one. "I don't think he was a great person. So I figured you must have had a good reason."
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She lifts her head in surprise to look at her.
"Oh," she says, echoing the way Clarisse said it.
Well. Okay then. "Yeah." Felt like a pretty good reason to her.
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"Well, I mean." She rubs the back of her neck, awkward. "If someone killed my mom, I would do the same thing."
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And she thinks that her dad would probably really like Clarisse if he could meet her, it's just something that she likes to think about.
"I had so much of Dad's stuff back home," she laments, staring dismally at her comforter and where she's pinching it ruthlessly between two fingers. "I left it in my room at the stadium... they've probably thrown most of it out." She hates that thought, but it's a better one than picturing the WLF giving it all away to other people to use.
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"What kind of stuff?"
Clarisse is genuinely curious. The only items she's ever gotten from her father have been the spear, the replacement spear, and the replacement's replacement. Gifts for becoming head counselor and then capturing the Fleece and then slaying the drakon. Not, like, stuff.
She is always, perhaps weirdly, interested in what normal dads are like.
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