Abby's face is clearly one thinking through not just what Claude said know, but what she knows about him. Picking through bits and pieces trying to fit them into a picture. One that made sense. Of course this required anything Claude said to fit with anything else Claude said, and for Claude to be completely candid which- he wasn't. That was the whole point of this.

So she'll focus on here and now, the Claude he described today. And not try to make it work with yesterday, or the day before, or the bee guy at the party. Just right now.

Deep breath in, deep breath out, "Mine isn't all about my parents. Blaming them is easy because everyone fucking knew in town. And I guess I just- let that carry over here."

She's still testing where her emotions are with small plays of magic, warm breezes were generally better than bitter chill. It meant she was in control, it did what she wanted. "They split up, few months ago. But they've hated each other for the past few years. And I could just- put all this on them. I don't trust because I can't trust them. It's a pretty common thing in my world."

Deep breath in, slow breath out. "I did try to let people in, to help me. But they didn't want to. For whatever reason, my pain didn't bother others. So I stopped reaching out. And I thought I found people here I could trust, a new family, one that cared."

Abby is small. Not- just her height, she sounds small. Something she doesn't normally. Abby is loud and fills a space with her joy or her bravado (when she isn't invisible. It made sense, she's terrified to just talk to people. She's terrified to be betrayed. Again. "Maybe I still have, just not the people I thought it was."

"I still feel like I don't deserve any of the good shit though, you know?" She hopes he gets it, she's praying that his bad shit is close enough he can see her. Small terrified her.