Unlike last time, Clarisse doesn't stiffen or pull away. She seems to melt into Ellie's touch, relaxing by increments for the first time since they kissed hours ago.

Crazy, how Ellie always seems to be able to do that to her.

"Look who's talking," Clarisse mutters fondly. She sees you, girl.

She tucks an arm around Ellie's waist to pull her in close, mindful not to jostle Ellie's other arm.