Clementine catches the sad, tired smile that he sends her way when he pulls back, and she lifts her hand carefully, slowly. She frames his face against her palm, tapping the edge of his smile with her thumb before she lets her hand fall down again.

She appreciates he does not apologize. She would not want it. Not for an instant, not for a moment.

And she doesn't even really need a thanks but it is an acknowledgement of what passed between them.

Her voice is soft when she finally speaks.

"No one should have to deal with it- with dying," Clementine says, shaking her head, and she does understand how it feels. She releases a slow and careful breath, eyes closing.

She's tired.

"More shit happened... after. But I can tell you after you get some rest if you want."

Or now. It's up to him. It's okay to choose either way.