Afterparty for Sad People

The memories weren't exactly crystal clear in Abby's head still, but they had cleared just enough for her to put 2 and 2 together and get really uncomfortable at the result. Were they truly unpleasant experiences to remember, or were they just happy memories recalled at the wrong time? It felt like she'd just given something important at the drop of a dime, stricken with sudden impatience that she worried had ruined something she couldn't see yet. Had it really been worth the rush?

These were difficult questions that she wasn't quite difficult to answer, so she returned to the conversation at hand. "It's not about the future right now. Just... cry now and feel better later. Unless you don't want to. I just feel weird being the only one." She reassured awkwardly, familiar uncertainty returning to her tone. She was very aware of his last comment and the blush it drew to his face, leaving a slight amused smile on her own. She wouldn't comment on it though, better to keep their "experiences" with bear-men secret.