Just get your girlfriend to do an ice-pack situation with her hands later, that'll do ya.
Abby grunts and knuckles over her face, ironing her skin with the palms of her hands. Sighs, long-sufferingly. "Not much to talk about." It's not that her pains her to say it to Clarisse, she's past that. It was disgusting, that's all. It disturbed her. "Some... fucked up thing, about Manny."
She wants to think about other things. She wants to talk to Clarisse about her friends. It's a new feeling, and Abby lets it sit on her breastbone for a moment before she acts on it.
"I told you he was my roommate, right? We shared for years. Owen was jealous. I said if we shared I'd probably end up strangling him in his sleep over something." Thought makes her snort even now. Her and Owen were always better while Abby could put distance between them when she liked. Shitty, but true.
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Abby grunts and knuckles over her face, ironing her skin with the palms of her hands. Sighs, long-sufferingly. "Not much to talk about." It's not that her pains her to say it to Clarisse, she's past that. It was disgusting, that's all. It disturbed her. "Some... fucked up thing, about Manny."
She wants to think about other things. She wants to talk to Clarisse about her friends. It's a new feeling, and Abby lets it sit on her breastbone for a moment before she acts on it.
"I told you he was my roommate, right? We shared for years. Owen was jealous. I said if we shared I'd probably end up strangling him in his sleep over something." Thought makes her snort even now. Her and Owen were always better while Abby could put distance between them when she liked. Shitty, but true.