That's what gets Ellie laughing; the look on Clarisse's face. She puts a hand to her cheek and pushes playfully -- but she's just as quick to scoop up Clarisse's hand and hold it in hers, squeezing tight.

"Dick," she mutters affectionately, rubbing her thumb across Clarisse's knuckles once before they head out through the door.

There's not a lot of people awake to see, but even with eyes on them now, she's not letting go.