( Clementine doesn't say anything at first. She lets him work his way through whatever he needs to work through. It's clear he's upset, but she doesn't point that out. It won't help to point that out, and anyway, it's okay (to be upset and to be angry, to want to wreck the whole world sometimes, because the world fucking sucks sometimes).

She's sorry for whatever has upset him so much, for whatever has made him so angry and so hurt. People don't always take kids seriously, but the world itself doesn't care (it hurts everybody, big or small or anything. it's not kind, and they deal with it and they keep going and going and going until they explode).

If he gets cut on the glass, she knows first aid, and there's a first aid kit here, but for now, he shouldn't have to worry about being safe or behaving right or being careful. For all the dangerous situations she's around herself, she can never afford to be reckless, and it was part of the appeal of this place (no rules, no need to be very quiet or to do anything in a certain way, it's safe to act without order or reason ).

It's not until the whole table's pushed over that she even thinks to speak again, and it's just to move forward with a bat this time, handing it to him without a word. )

Because maybe you feel like you always have to be in control. Because sometimes acting like this screws us when we just act and don't think or plan, when we're not careful.

But it won't screw us here. It's the one place where it's okay to fuck everything up, because nothing bad will happen if you do.