Clarisse's lip curls in a tiny smile, but it fades as soon as Ellie moves away from her. She feels sick knowing how majorly she fucked this up, and she grips the railing tight enough to make her fingers ache, ready to push off and head back into the room if that's what Ellie wants.

"Do you want me to go?"

She's not sure whether she wants Ellie to say yes or no. She doesn't want them to go back to ignoring each other, but standing here in awkward silence isn't any better.