The word was... weighted, for them. Had been for a very long time. But he was one of her closest friends. Having him there with her was something she appreciated. She smiled. “No, I don’t think you would. And no, I wouldn’t. You’re stuck with me.” It would be easier, being there for him than it would be dealing with her own issues. She reached out and touched his arm. “But we’re in similar positions right now. We’re both finding our footing. Dealing with the situation we’ve found ourselves in.” And she had DIED. It felt like a presumption to assume their friendship would continue as it had for so long, after something so... final. That was supposed to be final. Though he hadn’t yet lived through it. “It would be understandable.”
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