Her response is instant, easy, the way a lot of things with Ellie are: "Well, now I'm going to have to try even harder not to be a dramatic motherfucker, since you're waiting for it."

Clarisse is smiling in the semi-dark, face lit only by the streetlights and signs they pass by, as she glances down at their hands. Maybe she's just a fucking idiot for doing all this when she knows sooner or later they'll have to go back to the Gallows, when she knows that this isn't real, but having the soft weight of Ellie's body leaning against her and seeing how much fun she's been having tonight has been worth it.

She traces Ellie's lifeline with her thumb.