Clementine nods with a quiet expression on her face. There's concern deeply rooted in her gaze as she hears his stifled sob. Her hands tighten at his arms, but she doesn't flinch away from this harsh truth-- this sharp reality that they just lived through. Her eyes burn at the sound he makes, but she is grateful he doesn't try to hold it back any longer.

He doesn't have to with her. But she understands the need for walls in general. She understands he has them as well. They're just shaped differently than her own.

"Yeah," she says in a quiet, strained voice, because she watched his body for a long time.

But he wasn't in it. He was gone. Just... gone. If she lets herself think of it for too long, it'll make her feel sick all over again.

"Yeah, you really did."