"I don't know. Everyone else seemed to have lost their mind while I was dead. You might as well done the same," she said with a smile that softened her words. "I might be a little on edge with the stupidity demonstrated in this division and jumped to the wrong conclusion."
Of course her idea that Emm had gone insane returned when she went on. "Of course it's not just a friendship. It's never been just a friendship. I was shunned in my house and he was the quiet boy. We had our first date a few months into our first year when I dragged him to the lake for a picnic... for his own good, of course."
She sat on a desk, not really sure who it belonged to. If he returned and didn't like listening in, he could go away as far as she was concerned. "Emm, he's not just a friend. He's my best friend, my partner, my family, my confidante, my love, my everything. I wouldn't just die or kill for him, because I'd do that for a lot of people. I would literally do anything for him, so that he could be well both physically and emotionally. We just don't fit into other people's definition. We don't shag. We haven't shagged in over a decade, and if that's what he wants, I'm down with it, because sex I can find anywhere, but at the end of the day, I sleep in his bed, and if that had to change, and he found the wife, then I'd stop. It's that simple."
She smiled at her friend. "I don't know what I would do if anything happened to him, and I'd think that he feels the same, at least in part, so I'm not surprised that the reacted that way. So yes, there's a lot more than friendship. There's more than any of these people can comprehend, but there's no sex."