(It's probably a good idea, it'll give her a moment to calm down. Wash her face, or something, pull herself together. Everything aches anyway, like somebody kicked her right in the chest.)
I'll– see you there.
(And she does come back looking a little better for having pressed a cold washcloth against her eyes. It's probably suspicious of her to sit close enough to Clarisse that their shoulders and arms bump each other, but Abby pretends she's doing it so she has a nearby place to plonk her head when the movie inevitably starts to get boring. Besides, she's kinda tired. Maybe she really could go back to sleep and wake up fine.)
... This isn't one of your favourites or anything, is it? (Her nose wrinkles. She is leaning right up into Clarisse's side now under absolutely no pretense other than wanting to cling.)
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(It's probably a good idea, it'll give her a moment to calm down. Wash her face, or something, pull herself together. Everything aches anyway, like somebody kicked her right in the chest.)
I'll– see you there.
(And she does come back looking a little better for having pressed a cold washcloth against her eyes. It's probably suspicious of her to sit close enough to Clarisse that their shoulders and arms bump each other, but Abby pretends she's doing it so she has a nearby place to plonk her head when the movie inevitably starts to get boring. Besides, she's kinda tired. Maybe she really could go back to sleep and wake up fine.)
... This isn't one of your favourites or anything, is it? (Her nose wrinkles. She is leaning right up into Clarisse's side now under absolutely no pretense other than wanting to cling.)