[ Clarisse threads their fingers together and squeezes Bella's hand against hers. She still remembers how Bella'd described her parents that one time—a mom who's more of a kid than Bella and a dad who's pretty hopeless. ]
Gods and mortals have some stuff in common. [ Usually... usually it's bad stuff. ] I wasn't mad either. I just never know what to say, after. [ It's probably a good thing that despite Clarisse's temper and Bella's willingness to argue anything to death, they haven't had very many fights. They would probably spend more time ignoring each other than they would speaking. ]
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Gods and mortals have some stuff in common. [ Usually... usually it's bad stuff. ] I wasn't mad either. I just never know what to say, after. [ It's probably a good thing that despite Clarisse's temper and Bella's willingness to argue anything to death, they haven't had very many fights. They would probably spend more time ignoring each other than they would speaking. ]