"Uneventful," he told her. He returned the smile. She was so beautiful, and he wondered if she even know it. He had the feeling she didn't really believe it, and she had no idea how he felt about her.
She was his best friend, his rock, his safety net. She'd been there for him from day one, when he'd come to the camp. She'd seen him at his worst, at the height of panic, when his anxiety got the better of him both with and without a justifiable reason. She'd been able to talk him down so many times, and he was more grateful for her friendship than he could ever express.
Especially now, because she had opened her home to him, had given up the quiet sanctuary of her bedroom to share her space with him so that he wouldn't have to go home and face his doppelganger. She was amazing in so many ways, and he thought maybe he'd finally figured out how he could express his gratitude to her.
He held his arms out, open, inviting. He felt like she needed it, she looked so tired. And he wanted to give her a little comfort the way she so often comforted him.