[f Susan didn't know better, she would have sworn she had seen Basil look unhappy about this fact. Did he not want to be her friend? No, that wasn't it. After all, he had said he liked her as ell, but maybe he liked her in the way she liked him. The kind of like where only the first and last letters need stay, while the middle two be swapped out for something better. In another life, Susan may have been graceful, elegant and selective with her words. But not now, not here with what she had experienced this time around. With her, and with all of these questions rolling about in her head, a flood unleashed out loud. Susan squeezed his hand as she spoke, watching him watch the painting.]
Definitely a good thing, because well, anything else might be complicated, right? I mean after all. You and I both ended those odd relationships, and having a best friend is kind of relaxing. I'm not entirely sure that best friends are more, or can be more. Though that is I suppose what they say. That well.