Maya and Briar
"Don't get too soft on me," Briar chided, the words laced with affection. He was the kind of person who was just rough around the edges and wasn't about to smooth out now if he hadn't after being almost respectable for so long, and he knew that Maya was the same way. But he kind of liked the little moments of acting soft.
His foster-sisters would never let him hear the end of it if they could see him now. For that, and only that, he was glad they weren't around. He didn't need to hear about how he'd gone and gotten feelings, how he was making cow eyes at some skirt all the time.