( Clementine doesn't look away. She had prepared herself for the reality before she walked up to him. After all, Tim's been gone- he's been gone longer than a month. People don't remember when it's longer than a month. She'd prepared herself, but then he knew her name, and she didn't know what to think.

Something sticks in her throat (sharp and wrong). Something heavy weighs in the center of her chest like steel, like lead.

Her eyes burn. It's grief she never quite let herself feel. It's hard when people aren't exactly dead. They're just gone. Hell, it's hard when they die too to really feel it. She shakes her head. )

You've never been in Wonderland. I thought that had to be the case, but when you knew my name, I sorta thought- ( her shoulders tighten. )

You don't have anything to be sorry about.