"Know, yes. Do I care? No. The bastards." She didn't care about anyone who would just let her friend die like that. Sarah had been trying to keep the boat steady while Eli had been trying to pull Rae back on. But there was no mistake that she'd wanted to deck everyone who had insisted that Rae be let go. "They're fine. Haven't seen them around, but that's probably for the best." Seriously.
Her jokes were being called bad? Blasphemy! "My jokes are not bad. They're funny and you know it. Especially the parachuting one. And the eskimo girl one!" She poked Rae again for good measure. "I'm not gonna tell them on your death bed. And you know why? Because you're not gonna be there ever. Because I said so."
It was cold outside, but that was to be expected. It was November, for god sake. "I'd totally get to it first. Your curb stomping skills are nothing compared to mine." She shoved her hands further into the pockets of her jacket. Whatever the lining was on the inside was really warm. "He loves you, yes. You're a daffodil, just like Ady. But he would not want to fight me just because I poked you. He knows you can take it, sick or otherwise."
In her eyes, liking someone wasn't that big of a deal. Yes, the world had gone to hell in a handbasket. And yes, there were probably more important things to be thinking about than being all lovey dovey and crap. But Sarah was also a firm believer in being happy when everything else was shitty. And if you could reach out and get that thing that would make you happy, it didn't make any sense to sit around and do the exact opposite. "You don't have to say anything. At least, not to me. I'm not the one it applies to."