"Goodbye isn't forever," said Ellie, in all mock-seriousness. "This bunny isn't going anywhere. Not hopping away. No."
A small accent was beginning to show itself -- the same that always appeared on nights of particular debauchery, or when she cried, became emotional. It was an echo of the way her mother had spoken: clipped and French and matter-of-fact. The thought made her laugh again, because she was nothing like her mother -- the only thing they'd ever had in common was a love of answers.
Always knew you were my biggest fan, Miah was saying. Somewhere. He'd always been tall, but somehow in the dim light he seemed endless. Endless, just like the cup. Ellie attempted another sip from hers, forgetting that it was empty, and then frowned into the bottom of it.
"You're empty, too," she told Miah, squeezing his hand in response. "What do you... Do you think?" Another giggle. "We're out of control."
The next words out of his mouth she heard quite well, having stepped closer without realizing it. Ellie wasn't sure what to say in response; instead she colored, surprised, and shrugged her shoulders good-naturedly. "I do try. I know... It's difficult... Right? I-It can be so hard. I know. But I try."
"Do you remember," she continued, pulling Miah back toward the refreshments. "After we met? And... We realized we could be... Good friends? Best friends."