Clementine swallows thickly through the emotion lodged in her throat, and she manages to pull one of her hands away to wipe at her face. Finally, finally, she's able to convince herself he won't disappear (turn to dust) if she lets go of him for a moment, and so she does. She lets go of his shirt, and she wraps her arms around him instead tightly.

Her face is still pressed against his shoulder, but she just manages to speak.

"You don't have to pretend to be okay around me. You're the one who-"

Her voice cuts off again. Fuck.

She can't say it again, but she has to- "You're the one who... died."