Yeah it's not looking good for her. Abby is weighing up how long she should sit here and wait for Clarisse to make something up before she gets up and leaves. She's about to do the latter when Clarisse opens her mouth — and makes her freeze up with what she says, mouth slightly open in disbelief.
After a moment she's able to close it and swallow.
"... Okay." That was a good thing to pick. Nobody else here would know that except for — well, Ellie, so that makes this girl at least as close to her inner world as Ellie was. And Abby only found out her name a day ago.
She's still staring, searching for something else to say. Clarisse is poking the table, not looking at her, moving just to move, keeping herself busy. So if what she's been insisting is true, now is a time to be more sensitive with the situation than she has been thus far but Abby finds herself asking, "Who are you?" anyway. She's turned her body toward her without thinking, swivelled in her seat.
no subject
After a moment she's able to close it and swallow.
"... Okay." That was a good thing to pick. Nobody else here would know that except for — well, Ellie, so that makes this girl at least as close to her inner world as Ellie was. And Abby only found out her name a day ago.
She's still staring, searching for something else to say. Clarisse is poking the table, not looking at her, moving just to move, keeping herself busy. So if what she's been insisting is true, now is a time to be more sensitive with the situation than she has been thus far but Abby finds herself asking, "Who are you?" anyway. She's turned her body toward her without thinking, swivelled in her seat.