Abby looked to the corner and shook her head. "No... it's my stuff..." She said softly. She chewed on he lip slightly, fingers picking at the the knees of her jeans. "It's stuff," Her voice got quiet, almost mumbled. "From Jackson." All the gifts he'd given her over the year they'd known each other she'd boxed up. All were some sort of geek themed, socks, a stuffed animal, a few books, all reminders of someone who left.
She focused on the small fuzzies of fabric that rose up from wear and tear and multiple washings of her jeans. Picking at them as if they were the most important thing at that moment. "I didn't want to see them anymore." Abby said, more to herself than Rachel.